What happened to the 'Balla' and more.

In this first picture, Finn has discovered that under the sink is a fine spot to play hide and seek. I didn't tell him that I could still see him because he looked so proud of himself and I didn't want to burst his bubble; but more about that with photo #2...

The story of the Balla...it all started on Charles St, where the nice lady at the Red Wagon Store gave us a fantastic green helium balloon. Finn was mesmerized the entire rest of the day, saying "Balla?, Balla?.....Ballaaaaa!". We ate with Balla, we bathed with Balla, and Balla got tied to the edge of the changing table at bedtime so he could wake up and see Balla first thing in the morning and you'll never guess what words Mama woke up to the next day. Thats right. Balla had depreciated in size somehwat, but Finn was still deeply enamoured by Balla, and again we dragged the balloon everywhere. The next day, Finn was playing with Balla in the living room while I answered some mail. Thats when I heard it. A dull pop, signifying Balla's exit from this world. Finn howled, and Balla was sorely missed for at least oh....ten minutes.

We got a sandbox!

Finn demonstrating the sign for potty.

Running around at the Boston Common

Tulips are great!

Not that great-can we go now already?