happy halloween

friday cute shot

kisses and beef stew

Yesterday was Shaggy's first full non-training day at his new job, and it was long. I had beef stew waiting when he finally got home almost 12 hours later, and Lucy and I were on our way out the door to the pool.

Lucy ran to him and he picked her up and asked her if she wanted to give him a hug or a kiss. She looked at him, then grabbed his face and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Then she looked him in the eyes and said, "You want more?"

Five kisses later we were off to swimming lessons.

When we came back, I asked Shaggy how the beef stew was. He said it was good, but it really couldn't hold a candle to the kisses.

"the brain of pooh"

"We might go in your umbrella," said Pooh.
Christopher Robin opened his umbrella and put it in the water. Then they both got in together.
"I shall call this boat The Brain of Pooh," said Christopher Robin.
                                  -A.A. Milne, Piglet is Entirely Surrounded by Water

friday cute shot

building "castles"

now and then

pumpkin hunting

Though slightly scarred from last year's debacle, we were inspired by the invitation of our neighbors to brave Sauvie's Island again for another go at finding the perfect pumpkin.

In true toddler form Lucy definitely had the most fun redirecting traffic cones and playing in the puddles while waiting for the hayride. The actual hayride was pretty fun, and she was kind of over it by the time we actually made it out to the field of pumpkins.

There were so many pumpkins! Still attached to their greenery! In a nice foggy field that in some directions looked almost deserted and creepy! And I dressed her in the closest approximation of the pumpkin field picture from youth that I could, so Mama at least was having a fun time.

After lots of walking we managed to find a pumpkin that was small and didn't have dirt on it, which were Lucy's two basic specifications, and that had a stem that wasn't rotting, which was my requirement.

Success!

friday cute shot

friday cute shot

costume and awful

Mama: What do you think we should call the baby in Mama's belly?
Lucy: Costume.
Mama: Costume?
Lucy: Yeah.
Mama: Is it a boy or a girl in there, do you think?
Lucy. A boy.

Pause.

Lucy: And there is a girl in there too. Her name is Awful.

we call it figgy

Sometimes.

Three weeks ago it was the size of a fig, and little Figgy Broughton just sounded too nice to let go of. Although now I'm realizing that it is somewhat reminiscent of Ol' Wiggly, but not too much, right? Round one of nicknames two months ago involved one that Lucy thought of, Foxy Riderman, but that seemed somehow too gender specific in both directions, and maybe a little too sexy for a fetus.

Lately she has suggested Peta and Lief, which seem way more sophisticated than the naming suggestions I was expecting from a 2-year old.  Also, too official.

So Figgy for now, maybe.

In any case, we're back in line for another adventure.