Halloween

It's no secret that I am no lover of Halloween. I don't even like the word, ever since I was knocked out of my second grade spelling bee for not capitalizing it. But I digress...

Having Mason makes every holiday exponentially better. Especially since he is ridiculously cute and very communicative. He was actually excited to get in his little turtle costume this year. In fact, he's still wearing the little feet because I can't get him to take them off. We weren't sure how the whole trick or treating thing would go so we decided to just take him to a few of the neighbor's houses and see. The first house we went to he just ran right up to the door and knocked on it while saying "knock knock". The dad came out and put a huge bowl of candy in front of Mason and told him to take a piece. While hesitant at first, he took a sucker and put it in his pumpkin. He then wandered around their porch for a good 5 minutes before we got him to go to another house. The next house gave him several pieces of candy so as soon as he got out on to the sidewalk he took it all out and handed it to me. Such a good boy. We went to one more house and called it a night.

We came home and handed out candy to the trick or treaters, which Mason loved. He would put a sucker into their little bags and then shout unintelligible baby speak at them as they walked away. One time a big kid in a scary mask came and Mason tried to shut the door while I was giving him candy. When he couldn't get the door shut he ran to the kitchen and shouted "No No!" while pointing at the door.

Last weekend Mason and Jake carved the pumpkin, which basically consisted of Jake carving the pumpkin and Mason eating the guts. It was both disgusting and heart warming.

I had to go to New Mexico for work a couple of weeks ago and all three of Mason's babysitters happened to be unavailable so we put him in a day care center for the day. I was worried that he wouldn't be good/miss us terribly/think we abandoned him. We had already visited the center once before we took him there because I couldn't just drop him off at a place I had never seen. Anyway, his teacher called me that morning to tell me that Mason is a very cute and well behaved little boy and he is having a lot of fun. I called after lunch to see how he was doing and he was taking his second (what?!) nap of the day and had just finished arts and crafts. When I got home that evening he gave me my very first (of many, I'm sure) art project, which was a pumpkin plate he had finger painted and colored. What did I do? I cried, naturally, and then I told Jake "I don't care what I said before, I am keeping every single thing he ever makes me!" I really don't think my heart could be any more full of love for that little boy.