When we put up balloons for Haze's birthday, he fell in love with them. I haven't taken them down since then because he loves them so much! He learned to say "baooetz." They are the first thing he looks at in the morning. He points at them all day. Every time we go up or down the stairs, he says, "baooetz." His balloons are the first thing he notices when we walk back in the house. And sometimes when he's drinking his milk before bed, he'll stop, look over at his beloveds, and say, "baooetz." In the middle of Mommy or Daddy play time, he will stop suddenly and seriuosly, look you in the eyey, and say, "baooet" and then wait for you to seriously respond, "Balloons!" He loves them. More than words can describe. And I love that they are his baooetz.
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