When I walked into the living room, I expected to see a broken toy or a torn page in a book. But nothing appeared out of order. So I said something to the effect of, "I don't see anything wrong, Kaitlyn." Again, she looked earnestly at me and said "Uh-oh." So I asked her to show me the uh-oh. She pointed up toward the fan, but I didn't even bother to look up because what could possibly be wrong with it? I said, "Yes, it's a fan." She was beginning to lose patience with me, but she tried one more time. She pointed to the fan/ceiling again and said (a bit more insistently) "UH-OH!" So I looked up, and that's when I discovered the problem...
Apparently she had been playing with her Publix balloon and somehow managed to separate the balloon from the weighted string. An inaccessible balloon in our house is a BIG problem, but since we have ridiculously high ceilings in our living room, I knew there was no simple solution. It was clear that she wanted Mommy to fix things immediately, but I wasn't about to climb on a ladder at this point in my pregnancy. So I promised her that Daddy would get it down when he got home. She seemed content with that, but as soon as he walked through the door, she ran up to him saying "Uh-oh" and pointing to the ceiling. Fortunately, he wasn't as slow on the uptake as I was :) So with the help of a ladder, a Swiffer handle, and some tape on the end of the Swiffer, Daddy was able to save the day!
The lengths we go to for our children...













