There is nothing so sad as the face of a baby who has just lost a balloon. I don't know what it is about the things that brings such joy to the little ones, but their faces light up when they get a balloon of their own to play with. Yesterday, Charlotte got 2, and didn't keep either one for very long. We went out for lunch after church, and got a balloon to take home from the restaurant. She held on to that thing for dear life until she fell asleep in the car halfway home. As soon as we got home, it was time to go over to a birthday party for a friend who was turnign 1, so we took the balloon to share. All of the kids at the party enjoyed it.
For dinner, we joined my in-laws, who were in town for the March Madness basketball games, at a mexican restaurant. Charlotte loved walking around the restaurant looking at all the colorful streamers and piñatas hanging around. As we were leaving, she got another balloon. The group of us stood outside for a while chatting, while Charlie shook her balloon, and pressed it to her face to look through it and hum into it. We all took turns looking at her from the other side, and getting our faces bopped. She had the ribbon around her wrist, and my husband and I also had a hold of part of it, but as we were walking to the car, she must have shaken the ribbon loose, for all of a sudden it floated up and away. She didn't cry or throw a tantrum at the loss of her toy, but she had the saddest face. We told her to wave "bye bye" to the balloon, and gave her a kiss before tucking her into her carseat for the ride home, where she promptly fell asleep.
Bright and round,
you float above me.
Your feet never touch the ground.
Your dance I command
as you bounce and bop,
safely tied onto my hand.
Now the ribbon is undone.
Bye, Bye Balloon
Away you fly up to the sun.
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