Can I tell you something? On many (ok, most) days I feel like I am racing. There is always something to do. Heck there are things that need to be done now. Dusting for instance. Like when did that last happen? There are about 25 toys scattered on my lawn. The laundry that has been sitting in the dryer for the last three days needs to be folded. And probably ironed. The dog's water dish needs to be refilled (he's licking the bowl). Ok, I just did that...poor dog. But seriously there is always so much that can be done, it's sometimes best to just ignore it (FYI I am really good at this).
But anyway, the other evening we snapped a few photos of the P Man and his (or more accurately, Mila's red balloon). He was transfixed. In awe. Flabergasted. Amused. For a few minutes I was lost in his baby jubilation (before Mila screamed: "NO BABY, That's MY balloon," and snatched it out of his sticky little hands, causing a big pouty face and an ensuing tantrum.
But really, for those precious few moments it was seriously beautiful.
That big red balloon, hovering above him...it seriously blew his little baby mind.
Photos original to Short & Sweet Blog