As Mama attempts to make our new house look a little more like a home, we've been spending some time at our casa. I decorate. You decorate. One of us uses paint. One of us uses sticky fingers. One of us uses a hammer. One of us uses toy trucks. When we're not working on the house, we like to tear it up on the block with the pink stroller. The pink stroller is no Little Red Plastic Car, but it does allow you to be the pusher of the vehicle, and does allow for the all important transport of little diggers and the occasional stuffed bunny. Also, you look like a total bad ass pushing that thing around with no shirt on.
Real men wear pink!
Back inside the house, you have a knack for finding all sorts of interesting items to check out. Apparently the bathroom counter is no longer outside your reach, as evidenced by your discovery of Oma's shower cap and Opa's toothbrush.
I will just rub my grimy, germy fingers all over this stuff. Ingesting my germs just builds your immunity.
And what is so funny, people?
We had an impromptu family night out last week at Sol Food, a yummy little Puerto Rican joint that's close by. You weren't too impressed with dinner, eschewing all but six black beans, but Mama's Lime Aid was a big hit. You call it beer. We don't argue.
"Mooore, Peeease."
Everyone who knows Mama knows that Halloween is not exactly a day in our house. It's not even a month. Halloween is a season. And during this reverent time, we must partake in the procurement of pumpkins. Last year we enjoyed an almost quaint pumpkin patch / parking lot in the city. We bundled you up in your fuzzy, orange pumpkin suit and you ate leaves and posed for endless pictures at our mercy, as you were (much to our advantage) unable to walk yet.
This year we took a drive over to Nicasio to the super-crunchy-organic pumpkin patch. Nicasio is located...well, I don't know where the heck it is. It's in the boonies. Far, far in the boonies. And the roads are twisty and so they lulled you right to sleep. But no matter. Once we got to this wonderland of pumpkins I knew you would perk right up. Only it was extremely hot. Too hot to wear the uber-hip black skull shirt and too hot for your parents to have forgotten the SPF 300. But we wandered around in this sauna of overpriced pumpkins and sent you unhappily into the pint sized hay maze. That lasted about 16 seconds. Knowing we were out of our league in this furnace they call Marin County, we headed for the small shady area, where you proceeded to rearrange all the mini pumpkins and unstack all of the shopping baskets. We left with a few little pumpkins and then Mama made Dada stop at the grocery store so that we could stock up on pumpkins that were no doubt grown with dangerous chemicals but did not cost 30$ a piece.
Will probably need years of therapy to get past being stuck in this thing.
How bout this one, Mama? No? OK. I drop it now.
I'm not destroying the display. I'm deconstructing it.
If there is a stack. I must unstack it.
Halloween is exhausting.
On a yummier note, Oma brought some highly processed and super delicious Little Debbies over a few days ago. We thought we'd let you in on the fun.
Swiss Cake Roll? As in roll the whole thing into my mouth at once? Don't mind if I do!
Happiest. Baby. On the planet.
Wait a minute....Is that a Nutty Bar?
Shout out to my home girl, Little Debbie!
