walking out of Aunt Chilada’s yesterday I grabbed fistful of balloons.   The host was like “want me to blow em up?”   Are you kidding, I want them to stay on the floor so they can distract my kid ALL DAY LONG!

busted out 2 of em this morning and they were an instant hit.   its a ball, its a toy, its a shiny thing, its something that can not hurt myself or others or their property (unless it pops and I suck on the rubber and choke…which I am actually keenly afraid of).

Round 2 sitting around waiting in the peds office: instant toy!   and who doesn’t think a naked baby running down the hall at a place of business with a balloon isn’t cute?   I need to steal one of those rubber gloves next time, maybe even a condom…everyone loves balloons!!!