The morning of Azalea's birthday we needed to go to the grocery store to pick up a few extra supplies. The woman in the flower department thought Azalea was so cute that she gave her a balloon to play with. Now, not to sound snotty here, but I didn't see any OTHER kids at the grocery store with balloons so I can only assume that Azalea was the cutest baby the lady had ever seen. We didn't even mention to her that it was her birthday! I'm just sayin'.
Anyway, I don't know why I didn't anticipate the fact that Azalea would have the time of her life with this balloon. I'm considering buying her a balloon every time we go to the grocery store from now on. Apparently the urge to hold the balloon by the string and bounce it off of yourself and off of things around you like a maniac is instinctual.