You’d think we’d learn, but you’d be wrong. Two weekends in a row we’ve had incidents with over-priced and short-lived balloons…each at parades. At May Day it was Zophia who purchased said item for the little man. He was so over-excited he couldn’t stop beating people with it. That is, until it popped on a friend’s belt buckle about fifteen minutes after he got his grubby mitts on it. Yesterday one of our favorite neighbors bought him another balloon, at the Cinco de Mayo parade. I thought “hmmm, foil…should be more durable” but the little man’s strength is not to be underestimated. Instead of popping the balloon he yanked its chain, so to speak…so roughly and quickly that he busted it loose from its mooring (tied to the radio flyer wagon). There was a collective “awwwww” from the crowd as his Finding Nemo balloon floated up up and away. The rest of the weekend was busy but pleasant. Too much unexpected sunshine has fried my brain (and other more exterior areas) so I’ll let my eclectic collection of photos do the talking. That is, except for this tidbit…one look at my unpedicured hobbit feet and you’ll know I have no future as a foot model. If that didn’t scare you away, I don’t know what will. Forge ahead, if you dare, by clicking here, or on the bouncing girl below to launch the gallery.