Sam went to bed last night talking about her Story Land Balloon. She woke up crying in the middle of the night talking about Tubbies, Doggies, and Balloon. Sounds like some kind of creative dream going on there. She wouldn't settle in her crib until Daddy showed her that both dogs were fine and sleeping and she got to curl up next to us for a few minutes. When she woke up this morning she was still talking about the balloon and tubbies. Unfortunately, the balloon had started to die, and Tucker helped it on its' way. I had to tell Sam it went for a long sleep.

Right now I don't know that I want to ever get her another balloon. She is fixated.