It's hard to believe it's already November. Halloween was great this year - we had foster care training the week before, so Grandma and Grandpa L came down Friday and took care of the boys for us while we attended. Thankfully, we were done early on Saturday, which allowed us time to attend the Halloween event at the Zoo.
Sunday after G&G went home, we went to another Halloween event with the boys at the West Fargo High School, sponsored by our local Parks department. They do so much fun stuff for the kids - I love this town. :)
Goo's favorite part of that event was frosting and decorating his own pumpkin cookie. The Moose's favorite part was when his ding-bat mom forgot to snap the straps in the stroller and he slid almost to the ground. Or maybe not. Good thing he's got a fast Daddy! Oops.
Monday I took a few hours off from work and brought the boys trick-or-treating around my office. It's always fun to have an excuse to show off, and Goo walked away with a TON of candy. Although, bless his heart, he was a little OD'd on trick or treating by this time and made a point to tell us frequently that he was done and that his bag was too heavy. Only kid I've ever seen that thought he had too much candy. Silly boy.
Finally, Monday night, Goo and I went trick or treating with our neighbors. Goo and R are best buddies, and they're SO CUTE together.
Did you notice that the Batman obsession has spread? :) One of our poor neighbors made the mistake of calling these guys Batman and Robin and was quickly corrected.
Overall trick-or-treating was MUCH more successful this year than it was last year - Goo wasn't afraid at all and did a great job of thanking people and telling them "Happy Halloween" - although that was was usually when he was running down the sidewalk to the next house, pretty sure most of them didn't hear him. Oh well, at 3 he can still get away with that, right?
We had LOTS of trick-or-treaters at the house as well, this is such a fun neighborhood to live in with all of the little kids. I could live without the teenagers that smashed some pumpkins before Halloween, but I suppose if that's the most violent criminal activity going on around here, I should probably not complain.
In other news, the Moose is crawling at the speed of light and is into EVERYTHING. I love him dearly, and am so proud of his accomplishments, but it's going to be an exhausting couple of months pulling him down from places he shouldn't be pulling himself up on and policing every little piece of anything that he happens to find on the floor, and directs immediately to his mouth. Fun times. :)
He's also babbling like mad, and has (sadly for me) decided that his first word will be "Dada." Yesterday I spent the day saying "Moose, say Mama" and getting "Dada" as a response. Stinker. :)
Moose weighs about 28 lbs and recently went through a growth spurt so is very tall. ("very tall" is a perfectly valid measurement, right?) Goo is still around 42 lbs and is also very tall. :) He was 3' 3" at his 3 year check-up, and I assume has grown an inch or so since then. Moose is wearing 18 and 24 month clothes, and Goo is a solid 4T. I still feel like I'm pulling clothes out of their closet on a weekly basis, but hopefully Moose will slow down a bit as he gets more active and will lose a little of that (adorable) baby chunk.
Goo appears to be through his "terrible three" stage, and is back to being his sweet self. I realized today the joy of having a child who understands what Christmas is. Goo - you don't want me to have to call Santa and tell him you're being naughty produces immediate desired results. Ha!
Goo spends a lot of time at R's these days, and vice versa. They play SO well together and really miss each other when they're not together. Today Goo went to R's before nap time, and after he came home said "MOM, R's mom shuts the door and says "I love you," so you need to shut the door and say "I love you," too." I'm a little concerned that he's already critiquing my parenting! But I shut the door and said "I love you," anyway. :)
Goo is SUCH a good big brother. Whenever Moose is in his highchair and is tired of it (which is generally about 30 seconds after he decides he's full) - Goo will bring him toys, and make goofy faces at him, and dance around until one of us can get him out. We never have to ask, it just bothers him to see his little bro uncomfortable. How lucky are we?
On that note, I'll now be dragging my lucky self to bed. Talk to you in December! :)
