Halloween

Since you were only 3 months old last year at Halloween, although we were a tiny bit tempted to dress you up in one of those tootsie roll outfits, we didn't wind up doing anything. This year, everyone asked us what you were going to dress up as, and as I didn't do anything about it soon enough, Georgann bought you a little pink fairy costume at Rite Aid. I have to admit, it was pretty cute for $7.99.

You looked so darn cute with your little wings (ignore that stuff Papa said about you looking like a bug, you did not)! We didn't actually take you trick or treating since you don't like anything remotely sweet tasting, and I don't need to eat a bunch of extra candy.

You've been picking up a lot of new words lately, and every once in a while you just say a new word, perfectly, once, and then don't say it again, ever. Like Hot Dog, or Yellow, or New Diaper. Despite having a recurring vocabulary of only about 10 words (Hi, Mama, Dada, Gigi, Daisy, Arf, No, Up, Uh-Oh, Bye-bye, and that whiney sound that means anything else when you point at it), you are able to communicate pretty clearly what you want, and don't want. You've also developed the toddler characteristic (also a characteristic of your papa's) of being perfectly happy all the time except when you don't get exactly what you want, in which case you throw a fit within 1 second of being told no. And just for the record, I am not saying "no you can't have a goldfish," or "no you can't play with that toy," I am saying "no you cannot grab the hot frying pan", or "no you cannot jump off the top of the stairs without me holding your hand" or "no you cannot go outside naked when it is raining and 30 degrees."

Anyway, Boo, despite the occasional tantrum, you continue to startle us with all the things you know, how sweet you are (when Mommy was crying the other day, work stress-related, you came and gave me kiss after kiss after kiss until I stopped), and how easily you figure stuff out. Pushing the stroller over so you could climb up on it and from there jump to the sofa. . .well, I just didn't figure you had that kind of logical ability just yet. I fear we are in deep trouble!

I love you littlest boo! Keep up the great work.