on sunday while eating at fiore, there was a party in the back. there were a lot of balloons. i asked the waiter if i could have a leftover balloon for henry, as he had never had a balloon before. he didnt get just one balloon, the waiter brought him two. i should insert here that i am really actually scared of balloons. but, for my sons sake i sat next to them. he was overjoyed with his balloons, im talking rubbing it all over his face, batting at them, yanking on the ribbon. after dinner (also now he is obsessed with dipping hunks of bread in olive oil and does so in his highchair), we walked outside. of course he wanted to walk with his balloon but hes got some balance issues still in the walking dept, "mama doesnt want you to lose your balloons". hes walking towards me, squealing happily about his balloons, pointing at them, making a super cute scene on the street. mama gets distracted and, loses the balloons. there might be something more heartbreaking but to see your baby boy crying "noooooooooooooooooooo! with his little chubby finger tracing the path of the runaway balloons...and being the one who let them go..terrible. it took a bit to make him less sad. but when we got home his face sort of showed signs of remembering losing the balloon and a little "noooo" came out of his mouth. yesterday, i promised that i would get him another one. i know hes totally probably not old enough to realize that he lost it and we can get another one. i wanted to keep my promise. so in the wind whipped snowstorm we hustled out to the flower shop and got him two. he was pretty happy. but now the cats like to hold the end of the ribbon in their mouths and tromp around the house.
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