I come from a family of over-celebraters.  As a child I had naturally assumed every family had not only Christmas decorations, but also an array of Easter decorations, Halloween Decorations, and 4th of July paraphernalia.  It wasn’t until I grew older that I understood that Memorial Day and Labor Day are not actively celebrated holidays for most families.  In my family every holiday is an event, and every event is a party.  This means themed weekends with historical research, homemade costumes, and period-specific antiques dug up from grandma’s basement. It means multiple Birthday celebrations, because lunch with friends didn’t involve cake, and the party with family wasn’t on your actual Birthday, and if the present arrives late there should be some sort of event associated with opening it.  I’m kidding (kind of).
I think the reason I never saw this as anything extraordinary is because it is so clearly a part of who I am in this family.  I am an over celebrator.  Each Wednesday farmers market in summer, every live music event downtown, any oddity that I’ve discovered… I want to be there and I want the full experience. I’m tempted to blame the beginning of this phenomenon on my wanderlustly mother, but only a moment discussing party plans with my grandma and I know this is not the case.
These photos were taken last weekend at the Baileys Harbor Winter Carnival on Kangaroo Lake.  We spent the day on the ice eating Coyote Roadhouse chili, and watching pond hockey and snowmobile races.  As it does, the morning carnival stretched into the afternoon and became pizza at my uncle’s house, night ice skating in Sister Bay, and a family movie night… because every event is a party. 🙂
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