Hah-woe-weeeeen!!!

Is what H has been yelling around the house lately. Along with "No pee pee on the carpet!" Potty training is going fantastic and by fantastic, I mean not so much.

We took him to Boo at the Zoo last weekend but there was hardly any boo and a smidgen of zoo due to the unneccesary hot temperatures still plaguing these parts. It was mission impossible trying to find a breathable costume for a toddler that was cool enough to put him in for the afternoon. There must be an industry requirement for all get-ups to be made of at least 50% polyester. The animals weren't feeling the heat either because most of them were no where to be seen. Regardless, H had a great time being pushed around in his carriage, munching on his grapes & cheese like the royal highness he thinks he is.



Prarie dogs were the highlight of the day.



Plotting a lollipop takeover.



I finally got around to putting up Fall-slash-Halloween-slash-Thanksgiving decor outside. After a look around the nieghborhood we're definitely going to have to step up our game if we want to keep up with the Jones. Since this pic was taken, the poor straw couple has sustained many injuries from H's daily assault. He yells, "Fall down!" and heartlessly shoves them to the ground. Guess he doesn't like straw?

Last year's Halloween involved a toddler dressed as Tigger-in-high-waters, Nemo with cankles and ended with our fancy candy bowl getting stolen. I learned my lesson and bought a replacement from Target's $1 section. So to the neighborhood punk who has Pottery Barn taste: your sticky fingers won't ruin my night this year!



He definitely got his diesel calves from mommy.





The cankles in question.