Halloween

Cael was more interested in the experience of going up to people's doors and talking to them than he was in the actual candy.

Halloween 08

Ah. Halloween marks the one year anniversary of this blog. Time flies. Here are the Halloween pictures. My question is: How can little girls painted so scary still be so dang cute? I'm biased, I know.

So, yes, the girls sprinted from house to house just like last year. But this year even Cael was totally into it. He carried his own candy bucket the whole time (and it was getting heavy!), and he managed a decent "ick- ee"(trick-or-treat), and a respectable "ank-oo"(thank you) at each house. And for all those who make fun of parents who let their toddlers trick-or-treat -- of which I am one -- yes, I did eat almost all his candy.

Everything's a bat and ball.

Sidenote: I love how I took a huge bite of. . . something unhealthy I'm sure. . . right before I pushed record on the camera, and the whole time I'm narrating I'm smacking and swallowing. But I didn't want to miss the moment!

The Big News

Maga and Paga are treating us to Disneyland at Thanksgiving time. I have never encountered three more thrilled girls. Maga sent them a brochure to appease their appetites for more stories of Disneyland, and we read it as their bedtime story the night it arrived. This is the scene I encountered early in the morning when I walked in the door after jogging the next day. (This picture is not posed.)

Discovery

There's nothing like discovering an unexpectedly sleeping baby. I stuck Cael in front of the TV while I showered, and this is what I found when I came down. It's especially notable knowing that this little boy NEVER falls asleep anywhere but in his bed, and occasionally the car. I like how he's still wearing his hat and shoes.

Bailey

No reason for this picture. I just think Bailey's cute.

Anyone notice the theme here?

Up until this point, Cael's been a perfect angel. But recently he's started to find some mischief. He has a thing for taking anything messy and painting it on his face. . . nail polish, glue stick, lotion, ink. . . I don't know why it always ends up on his face. He can't even see it there. Well, I guess that's better than the walls and carpet.