Hey, good lookin'

Sing with me!
Lord, it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way...

Perfect day

This made his day, made my day, made everyone's day.

Oh no!

Seriously, I have to claim her as my mother?!

Early 'maturing'

I've had folks tell me that Kenyon is quite advanced for his age based on the way he sits, holds his head up, tracks things with his eyes, etc.  I used to say that perhaps he was early maturing; however, I feel that 'mature' is probably not the most appropriate choice of words.

He was being incredibly cute this morning after I fed him and was coo-ing up a storm.  We had a nice little conversation... until the end.

"Do you love your mommy?"

Coo and smile.

"Do you love your daddy?"

Coo and smile.

"Are you gonna grow up and cowboy?"

Coo and smile.

"Do you wish you could eat steak?"

Coo and smile.

"Are you always going to do what Mommy says?"

Hysterical laughter.

And then I decided it was nap time. 

Mountains, Molehills and Hot Tamales

NPR had a piece this week on everything Halloween: candy, Satan, trick-or-treating and the new craze "Trunk-or-Treat".  I was not aware of trunk-or-treating until this year.  Apparently folks now park in one central location, decorate the trunk of their car and hand out candy this way.

Not only do we hand out massive amounts of high calorie, high sugar content foods, but now we've also taken away the exercise component of the night.  Genius.  But I digress.

NPR interviewed a pastor about his feelings regarding the Satanic nature of this holiday and why he and his church sponsored a trunk-or-treat event in their parking lot.  I loved his response.

"Ehhhh, kids dress up, we all make fun of Satan, we eat lots of candy, everyone goes home happy."

Perfect.  Absolutely perfect.  Making light of a holiday that is, in my view, fairly nonsensical.  If only he had added in a bit about spending next to nothing on a costume.  If he had added that tidbit I probably would have jumped through the radio and hugged him.

I had high hopes of escaping the day without having to participate (except in eating candy.  Duh.).  However, my friend Ashley is always taking care of me.  She provided me with two onsies for the week and a chili pepper costume for Kenyon.  If not for her, Kenyon would have had something to hang over my head for the rest of his life.

"You mean you didn't even do anything for my first Halloween?" he could say with tear filled eyes.

Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll have many more times in his life to show him how apathetic his parents are to many common cultural events.  For example, sports.  But that's a whole 'nother story.

Sorry, way off base.  What is this post about again?  Oh yes, my child dressed in a ridiculous costume, looking ridiculously cute.  Which, really, let's be honest.  He's ridiculously cute every day.  Hottie tamale costume or not.

The highlight of Halloween every year - having Granma C. bust out the crazy purple hair. Notice Kenyon is less than thrilled with life at this point.  I think the hat/chili pepper stem may have been the straw that broke the camel's back for him.  

A rare smile for the evening.  Notice Granma C. even accessorized her crazy Halloween hair with crazy, loud socks.  We get wild in our neck of the woods. 

If I pretend to be asleep, can we be done with these ridiculous charades?

Halloween

 

Boo.  

Scary, huh?

Create your own "fun"

Let me preface this entire story by stating that sometimes the crafts on Pinterest are full of crap. 

Knowing that, this story can go nowhere but downhill, right?

Kenyon and I attempted to decorate a ceramic plate with the words "Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet." That part was not difficult. We did run into some slight problems; however, in trying to cover his feet in orange paint and make footprints on the plate. (This craft was going to be super cute. Dare I say, adorable.)

Wesley walked into the house that night to find his son covered in orange acrylic paint from the waist down, his wife covered in orange paint from the waist up, spots of orange around the utility room for good measure, and one lowly smudge on a ceramic plate that looked like anything but a footprint.

 We have yet to finish this 'fun' project. I haven't yet gathered enough courage knowing what kind of certain disaster awaits me. It has also made me seriously wonder if it is worth it to attempt a similar craft at Christmas time.... Mistle'toes'. Get it, get it? Makers me giggle every time. Giggle until I notice there is still orange paint stuck in my son's toenails. Then I want to cry.