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Attack of the Pink Balloon

Garden Ridge. Beware of the craft superstore. In it harbors baby's worst fear...PINK BALLOONS!

Today we went out to Garden Ridge so whiny could get her fix of outside the home. I rather enjoy being in, but she needs to go out every so often. I saw that Garden Ridge was having a 20% off sale, as well as 50% off on birdfeeders. Whooppee. Lets go spend a few hours worth of my pay and buy some crap.
The ride there was uneventful. The trek into the store in 85 degree weather and 150% humidity wasn't fun but no incidences. About the 5th isle down the shoe starts to rise from the cart. The tiny hands drop the keys it found so precious 3 seconds ago. She pulls to standing and the whining begins. I grab my sling, pop her in and sit her, facing me, on the handle of the cart.
While she is gazing lovingly at the 20% off balloons and saying "ma-ma" about every 10 seconds, I decide, what the hell, I am getting my baby girl her own balloon.
We find the balloon counter and a nice lady gives Vivienne a beautiful pink balloon on a pink ribbon. Vivienne is terrified. She is kicking her legs and glancing sideways at the balloon. She is trying her best to ignore that the balloon exists. She repeats "mama...ma-ma....mama" over and over and over. She points at the balloon. She stares at a balloon that has drifted to the 45 ft ceiling and questions me "Ma-ma?" All the while I keep on "balloon..buh buh ba-lloon." Nothing.

We get back into the car and the balloon is in the back (hatchback/ back). Vivienne is scared that it might lunge at her over the back seat and insists on riding with her head turned full around the entire 20 min ride home. When we get into the house, she sees me tie it to the CD rack and talks to it a while "Mama..ma-ma...buh buh mama." Now she is fine. We grab it, talk into it, rub it on heads, bonk each other. Whatever.

 

posted by Metalmeredith @ 10:49 PM