Mom let him play with her glasses and *gasp* the remote. I asked her if he watched her while he played with it, and she said yes, that he would hit the buttons and then look at her. I told her he wasn't allowed to play with it at home (our remotes are identical), so he was seeing if he was getting away with it. Sneaky sneaky boy.
While I was pulling pictures off Mom's camera, I came across this one from the middle of the summer.
It's blurry because he was having a rip-roaring good time with a balloon. I thought I might need some documented proof that my child will not be completely deprived in the balloon area. For those of you who don't know me personally, I have an irrationally yet overwhelming fear of balloons. The videos that go along with this picture makes my palms start sweating. You know the movie You've Got Mail? That is one of our very favorite movies. In one part of it, Tom Hanks is leaving the bookstore with a whole bunch of his niece and nephew's belongings, including a balloon on a string. As he shuts the bookstore door the balloon gets caught in it. I have seen that movie over 100 times and my heart STILL beats fast at that part, like maybe, just maybe, this time it will pop. I know. It's just another little quirk that I've let slip out and be known.