Speaking of being scared to death

Seth's balloon from his birthday floated up to his room, where the kids were playing, got caught in the ceiling fan and made an awfully loud noise, and then caused dust to rain down on Seth, who was standing under it.  Hannah shrieked from the noise and was absolutely petrified to the point that she couldn't move from the rocking chair.  Seth was standing there looking up at the fan and his sad balloon be "popped" as Hannah kept saying, with dust on his face and head.  I ran up from the bathroom downstairs to find that scenario.  I turned off the fan, removed said balloon from the fan, along with the string that was broken in half (which probably caused more noise), and then successfully brushed the dust off Seth and calmed them both down.  I vacuumed everything, and the fan and consoled them to the point that they weren't terrified of the balloon.

Today-Hannah came out of my bedroom into the living room because I was doing laundry and she was coming to see me.  She FREAKED out and ran crying/yelling back into the bedroom.  Because everything in the world is a big deal to her, I finished what I was doing and then went to find out why she was crying into Dusty's pillow on the bed.  Apparently the balloon had floated into the living room.  DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNN...

Then I tried to convince Seth not to be scared by rustling the balloon and causing it to make noise, while walking around the corner to where Hannah was.  She screamed and cried and was overly scared.  Seth got scared because she was scared.  Mission consolation: Incomplete.  Finally, I just cut the balloon, let out all the rest of the helium, and threw it away.  I can't mess with that complication.  I guess I'll just try again when Hannah's birthday comes around...

Sometimes I feel like I'll never blog again, and sometimes I feel like I can blog every 15 minutes about everything that happens.  I think that will eventually get boring to anyone that reads it, but it will document what happens.  We'll say that's my goal (but really, we all know I just want to pretend people want to know what goes on in my daily life).