
If you had asked me before I had children if I thought that a 22 month old leads a busy social life, I would have laughed and said "no." Fast forward to this week...I now know better. Phew. What a fun Halloween week we have had, even though we did miss a few planned activities along the way!
Last Saturday, before I got really sick with a 24 hour thing, we carved a pumpkin. Pa and I took Owen out to the front yard to pick one... he tried with all of his 22 month old might to lift this pumpkin; but, then settled for one closer to the front door.
Halloween morning. If you had asked me six months ago if I would dress my boys in matching outfits...I would have said "no." Do I? You bet...every chance I get. Whoddathunk.
Drumroll, please. Here are the Halloween 2009 costumes! Owen the Footballer and Liam the NFL Ref!
Liam watching the play action.
Owen....irritated with a call the Ref made.
Owen wanting to play....any sport will do.
Noble the Fireman! Cute...but, couldn't top last year's rodeo clown. Some costumes are just "un-toppable".
The whole gang heading out to trick or treat. Skylar the Cowboy Cheerleader, AJ the Cowboy, Noble the Fireman, Liam the Ref, Owen the football player, Emma the Tinkerbell, and Parker the Engineer.


Little man is right about the same weight as what I measured for the three month scale photo--all that vomiting did him in this month. The Doc's official stats are:
Does that make you laugh out loud, too?

Liam is a champion sleeper. He and Owen go to bed at the same time now. One of my favorite things in the whole world to do is to rock them to sleep together. After bath, when they are all warm and smelly-goody, I snuggle them close in the rocker. Owen and I give Liam a bottle...yup...both of us. Owen will put his chubby little hand at the very end of it and help me hold it. He doesn't do this the whole time...but, its the effort and thought that's sweet. After the bottle, we pat Baby Liam for a good burp (and lately a lotta spit up...more on that in a moment). Owen patting his little brother's back moves me to tears some nights. Then, we sing and rock until Liam is asleep. Then, Liam goes to bed, Owen says "night, night, Babis" and Owen goes to his room and is asleep in no time. Can you put this in a bottle?















