Halloween Hijinks

Well, that time of year is here again.... Halloween. This year, Aidan has a Frankenstein costume. I was going to get a lab coat to walk around with him begging for candy, but I haven't had time-- Halloween sort of snuck up on me this year. Anyway, his daycare parade was yesterday, and like good parents Mom and I went to see our little prince be adorable.

Turns out 2 year olds don't love being paraded around in front of tons of strange people with cameras. In fact, most of them looked like they had just witnessed Dora the Explorer give Elmo a Columbian necktie, and then set fire to the corpse. Not good....but thankfully they had a party afterwards and the magic of processed sugar made everything better. We took the afternoon to do a little birthday shopping for the guy; I gotta tell you, now that he's into the slightly more advanced toys I LOVE going to Toys R Us. In fact, it's kind of a game I play with my wife...I call it "See how much stuff you can manage to get out of this store with". She's not the biggest fan, oddly.

So tonight we go trick or treating. Kind of. What will really happen is this: We knock on a door. Door opens. Aidan tries to melt himself into my leg and refuses to even look up until we've apologized to the person we're basically stealing food from, and said person has shut the door. We walk away. Aidan says "Bye-Bye". Wash, rinse, repeat. On the plus side, the less time we're home, the more leftover candy I get to horde....so maybe we'll go a little further into the neighborhood than usual.

Or maybe I'll just get a buttload of it on clearance tomorrow....hmmm....

Second Verse, Same as the First!

Well, faithful readers, I have returned. And with good reason-- Aidan is going to have a sister! She's due in February, and we're all pretty excited. So I'm going to crank up the presses again, and start telling the second chapter of the open-ended and epic Poor Child(ren) Chronicles.

Well, open-ended until the wife has me snipped, anyway.

A quick update-- Aidan is approaching two, and is walking, running, jumping (this last one with hilarious results...it's like watching a slightly drunken, incredibly happy monkey dance), and talking quite a bit now. It's a pretty good age to have a child at-- he's a ton of fun, with a great sense of comedic timing and punchline content that can't be matched. Should be interesting to see him learn about the baby, and interact once she gets here.... thus far, he's determined that her name be Maia, and that he's happy he's having a sister if asked.

Of course, if you ask him whether or not Serbia's political climate has been affected by the EU's policies and membership criteria, he will also answer in the affirmative. Which is, of course, ridiculous. Or not. Actually, I don't know either, but that's not the point. The point is that he's pretty smart, but anything he doesn't actually have an opinion on has a default answer of "Yes."

So stay tuned, all 3 of you who actually read this. I'll be checking in every week or so to chart Aidan and the baby's progress!