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.

This time it really is a baby falling on her face.

I semi-promised a picture of my baby falling on her face, so here it is:



Never mind the fact that Older Gal is asking to do it "Again! Again!" while the poor kid was still floundering around trying to figure out what had happened to her. It's all in good fun. I'm just glad I didn't get to see it in person.

Meanwhile, here's a picture of me and the beeb under blankies. It must have been a thing back in 1968, because my mom had like a row of three of them I think:

That's about the news from here. We're plugging along just trying to get one into college, one out of college, one just into high school, not to mention knock over a baby here and there while I'm not looking.