In which we get to the good part of parenting: Dressing the unsuspecting kid up in ridiculous costumes

Baby is earning her keep around here by covering every possible surface in a quarter inch thick layer of barf. I'm pretty sure that will raise the value of our house enough so that we can move before she's in kindergarten. It's kind of a protective coating you know.

Except for that part where she's not allowed to eat any candy, she's all ready for Halloween:

While baby covers the house in puke, we've also been working on getting the boy's room under control:

Me - "It looks like a hurricane went through your room! It looks like you let a dozen monkeys loose in your room and told them to mess up as much as they could!"

Boy - "Only half a dozen! I only let half a dozen monkeys loose in my room!"

Notice my stellar parenting skills. Luckily enough for the poor unsuspecting parents of the world, I don't have much in the way of free time these days to teach these skills to other folks.

Anyway, baby tried some cereal and it was fun:

But nowhere near as much fun as when mom sticks her in a basket in the front yard! You can't get much more fun than when your mom sticks you in a basket in the front yard:

Unless it's when she dresses you up like a pea pod and sticks you on some cloth in the living room, of course.