Lots and lots of Balloons

So here's the background for this story: On Dalton's first birthday I bought a mini-helium tank to blow up balloons for Dalton's party. It has been stored at my Aunt Karen's house since then, but in light of Dalton's recent obsession with balloons, I asked my Mom to bring it down to us when she came to visit a couple of weeks ago. The plan was just to always have one balloon for Dalton to play with and stop buying the expensive ones at Walmart everytime we went. Anyway, we had the tank but no balloons to blow up, so we just left it in the garage until we could go buy some.

Enter: Nick's parents. Dalton's Nana and Papa came to visit us for a few days last week. We took a trip to Walmart for groceries. While we were there, Papa picked up a package of balloons, some ribbon and a package of clothes pins (as weights for the balloons). We came home and blew up one of each color, 6 total I think. Add that to the 2 mylar balloons we already had and it looked like a full on party in our house! We took them outside and pretended like they were kites...just having a silly time and someone actually stopped as they were driving by to say "Happy Birthday"...you would think so, but we don't need an excuse to have a balloon party at our house.




Then our fun was brought to an abrupt halt when one of the balloons got away. It floated right up to the top of the ceiling in our family room. Now it's not the first time this has happened. There is a white balloon still stuck in our ceiling fan from a month ago. It just dangles there, torturing Dalton. He walks out of his room every morning, points to the ceiling and says "I see it, I see it". And I have to explain to him all over again how it is stuck and we can't get it down.

Papa wasn't going to let that happen again. When he saw Dalton's bottom lip come out, he started to melt. Then Dalton pointed to the balloon on the ceiling and said "Please Poppy" in the sweetest, saddest little voice ever...now he was on a mission. I'll let the pictures do the talking. The red balloon is the one that ran away, the green one has a lasso type ribbon attached to catch the red balloon's string. That Papa is pretty clever!



He finally got it! Was bringing it down very carefully, then *POP*! Sidebar: It's amazing how your child can cure even your worst fears. As a little girl I was deathly afraid of balloons (I always feared the dreaded *pop*), I'm over it now!

So the red balloon was gone, but at least it wasn't taunting us from the ceiling anymore. And, lucky for us we had plenty more where that came from. We blew up another red balloon and all was right with the world. Except that darn white balloon still stares down at us from the ceiling fan. I see it!!