Beware to kids in doggie costumes...

C had a very busy weekend. It began with his first hair cut and ended with him passed out in the car after a 1 year old's Halloween get together. His "hockey hair" is now gone. While he didn't love it, he was also really good throughout the very quick hair cut. The hairdresser wanted to know if he is always so good with new things (relatively, yes). I was fine throughout the haircut until he brought out the tiny electric shaver for around the ears.

Today C was introduced to pumpkin bread, which he loved. Then we went to the park, which was fun until his dad realized that he lost his wedding ring somewhere between the slide and the playscape. M looked and looked and finally we had to take a break and bring C home for lunch. Luckily by the time be got back to the playground, another dad had found it.

Then C and I went to one of the mother's group houses to have the kids play in costumes. We had wanted to find him a doggie costume, but we ended up going with Drew Brees football player. (We were going to do BC football, but only the pants fit...we are a little too into pumpkin bread, after all). I wasn't crazy about putting on my semi-organic eyeliner on his face for the football costume, but M had his heart set on it, and after the whole wedding-ring-fiasco, I figured I could compromise. We got the the house were a monkey and duckie costumed friends played with us. C was a little too obsessed with a buzz light year motorized kids ATV, which he had no fear "driving". Just as we were about to leave because C was exhausted from, his last little friend arrived, in a doggie costume. For anyone that has spent time with C, you know that he loves dogs. REALLY loves dogs. I am not exaggerating when I say that C took off after this kid as fast as I have ever seen him walk. He bounded after his saying "dogGIE dogGIE" and tried to pet his head. This went on a bit, and his friend was a good sport about it, but clearly looking at C like, "um, why are you so excited to see me?"

I told M this when I got home and he said, " I can't tell if that is something that we are supposed to be embarrassed about or not". It is not embarrassing, but now I know to warn any trick or treaters that come to our house: if you are dressed up as a doggie, be prepared for a special, enthusiastic welcome.

Wild Man Has Left West Hartford

I have brought a wild man home from West Hartford. Not that we was a wild man the whole trip, he just had such a good busy time that he is NOW a wild man. He refused to sleep on the 2 hour ride home and decided that the second half of dinner would be a good time to try out his screaming technique. He also decided to ratchet up his separation anxiety towards me so that when M went to take his upstairs for a bath, you would have thought that we told C that I had left to be someone else's mom down the street. But this wild behavior is just because he had such a good visit. He played in the amazing new children's section of the West Hartford Public Library (seriously the nicest one I have ever been to) where he made friends with a 2-year old in a tutu dancing on the little baby runway coming out of the puppet theater (yes, this is how cool the library is for kids). Then we got pumpkins and apples with Grandpa, played fire truck racer with Uncle B, literally ran laps in front of family before passing out last night. This morning was even more fun...muffin breakfast with Grandpa, a trip to Westmoor park where C saw his first cow and horse and lots of other animals, on to Fernridge Park (where C ended up bringing half the sandbox into the car...but oh well, that is what dust busters are for). And then the piece de la resistance...playtime with the real doggie and the life size toy doggie "Sandy" that my mom had made for me when I was very little and obsessed with the musical ANNIE! After being home for only a couple of minutes, Matt said,"it really seems like he is better at walking." I think he is too...because he was non-stop all weekend!

Memo: Pumpkins

Um, Mom, did you get my memo? It says I love pumpkins. And my Red Sox sweater. Even though they aren't in the playoffs.

We Love Pumpkins

Last weekend we went to Honeypot Hill Orchard, which C loved. It was the perfect place for kids. He seemed to really like looking at the bunnies, pigs, goats, and chickens. He loved eating the apple doughnut (and therefore was not into looking the camera for a picture with mom). But most of all he gets excited about pumpkins. His eyes just light up like he is collecting presents on Christmas morning. His mini pumpkin at home has replaced his toys as his most beloved object. The whole day was great, until I kept him from eating his sneaker on the way home. The fun has to end sometime.

End of Cupcake=End of the World

Yes, he was this sad. We had leftover cupcakes that we got from the bakery near our house. Like everything else he eats, he gobbled it up. And the minute that it was over, he just lost it. Screamed, wiped his hand in disgust across his eyes (leaving the telltale frosting mark).

On a funny note, my two boys were hanging out last night, and C was saying his usual word "doggie doggie doggie". He just wouldn't stop. M said to him, "Buddy, come on. There is no doggie in our hallway. Give it a rest." Minutes later, M went down the hall and brought upstairs our giant BJ's size Cottonelle toilet paper....with a dog on the label. I wonder if C thinks, "what is wrong with you people? I try to tell you things and you just don't get it!"

Windy Wet and Wild

Setting up the water table in the kitchen seemed like a crazy idea...until today when it was 80 degrees and too windy to go outside. C loved it. Even when we squirted him in the face by accident he laughed once the couple of seconds of shock wore off. His favorite things was trying the capture the stream of water that comes out of the little cup. Like bubbles, it always amuses him that he gets so close, but it still manages to slip through his fingers. He did try to climb in (second photo from the top) and one time try to drink the water out of it like a trough. We followed this fun with a lunch of "sneaky sandwiches". We just came up with this today. Since he would eat bread all day long, we squished together some bread and deli roast beef together in a small piece so it was almost impossible for his little fingers to separate them. Which is a hard task, since he has MASTERED picking and choosing what he wants and doesn't want to eat. If he picks up a piece of bread and turkey at the same time, he will manage to eat the bread, and spit out the turkey. But sneaky sandwiches were a success! He didn't even seem to notice!