Holding onto one of the balloons that were attached to Triston's high chair. They were distracting him for his entire meal, so he was pretty excited to be able to finally get a squash-covered hand on one of them.
The expression on his face is priceless in this picture; he looks like he is getting caught doing something wrong.
I think he has the hang of opening presents. He was trying his hardest to get the paper out of the bag.
Birthday balloons at our table at the Melting Pot. Don't you just love the added drama of the steam in the picture? It makes it seem like we are sitting in a hot tub and not at a dinner table.