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balloon bath

          1. turn water on.        2. check water level.           3. clean baloon.
yesterday as i was blowdrying my hair, john was playing in the bathroom. this is pretty standard stuff, so i don't watch him too closely - he knows what not to touch, and with occasional guidance he's usually in pretty good shape.

so over the noise of the blowdryer, i heard this: "oh no ... uh oh, balloon."

i turned off the blowdryer and turned around, to discover several things all at once:

  1. john found his almost-dead balloon from our trip to the mall last week
  2. john knows how to turn on the water in my bathtub
  3. john's balloon apparently needed a bath.
now i'm not overly concerned about any of these facts. actually, it made for a fun little morning photoshoot. and i got the balloon out and dried it off and all was well in john's world.

what i *do* worry about are the ramifications: what else will john find in the house that needs a bath?????

stay tuned ...

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as an aside, i am making a commitment to do some type of physical activity every day in the month of may, and i would like to invite you to join me.

it doesn't have to be a visit to the gym - it can be a walk or run in the neighborhood, jumping on a trampoline, yoga in your living room, whatever floats your boat.

want to play along? comment on this entry (not on facebook please - want to try to keep them all in one place) so we can keep each other accountable!

here's what i did yesterday: a two-mile walk at a fast pace in the neighborhood, with john and buddy in tow.

let's get active together, shall we?

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Angela Warren said…
I'll walk around the neighborhood!!! John is a cutie!
May 2, 2012 at 2:16 PM
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