Who doesn't love Halloween when you have a little one you can dress up (and they're too young to protest your costume choice!)?Well thank goodness we took the dragon costume for a trial run and snapped a few good pictures, because it most certainly wasn't going to happen on Halloween.
Mama Bug all settled into the work day...
Email:
Daddy Bug: rough rough morning. June Bug puked ALL.OVER his costume/car/carseat...
Me: Oh no! So you're at home? I'll get home as soon as I can so you can get in a half day at work.
Daddy: No I dropped Bug off at daycare, I'm at work.
::insert shock face and head hitting desk::
Me: ::sigh:: He can't go to daycare if he's throwing up, I'll go pick him up.
So home we go, horrified to open the bag containing one puke covered dragon costume. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that a small (ok large) piece of me wanted to deposit that bag in the trash bin. But I didn't. Instead I put June Bug down for a nap, wrapped a perfume doused scarf around my face (seriously, I did) and cleaned his no-longer-all-that-cute costume.
One hour later and 6 strongly scented candles later, I realized June Bug is STILL awake in his crib. ::sigh:: Off for a walk we go in hopes that he might opt for a nap. He didn't. Instead he screamed the entire 3 mile walk; not unhappily, more because he's finally discovered he can adjust his "volume". Though I'm sure the neighbors thought I was torturing him.It's 6:15pm, June Bug is curled up, sound asleep in his crib looking sweet as pie. I'm thinking it's not too early for me to do the same. It's days like today that make me wonder if I can really handle two kids.
