we've still got two counting days to go...

"No costume, no costume, no costume".

And no, it wasn't just because it was a vacuum cleaner.  He didn't want to wear any of the backups (the monster, the hamburger, not even his sweatshirt in fear that it might be a costume). 

So I wore the vacuum cleaner monster to the neighborhood party.  And by the end of the party he'd even hold my hand while I wore it. Which is better than last night, when he was afraid of it when it was just on the other side of the living room.

We still have two days for him to decide he wants to wear a costume.  Or not.  I'm ok with it. 

That's my boy.  Scared of the vacuum cleaner.  And yet, these guys crack him up, no matter how scary they were trying to be.

  

(Charlotte was Foofa, from yo gabba gabba. Seb cared not a bit that he was one of the only kids not in costume.  Here the two of them are, transfixed by the Day of the Dead dancers).

singing

Big boy stats at two years!

37.9 inches, 36 pounds, 14 ounces

"I wanna sit on grandma's lap"

Birthday party

Backhoe cake!  I was pretty pleased with myself, I have to say.

We were going to have the party outside, but just as we got all the decorations up, the skies turned really dark.  We moved it inside, just in case.  And of course then it didn't rain.

Joe and Grandma stapled all the pennants. 

Seb wondering when everyone's going to get here.  And if he can have some goldfish now please

 

   

Kitchen!  Thanks Cyrus, Aunt Betsy, and Uncle Al! 

And a motorcycle from Dylan and Nikki and John.

It was cozy!

No silly hat, no no silly hat!

Ella blew out the candles for Seb.

The cake was a hit.

Ya think?

At least Dylan wanted to wear her backhoe hat.  She knows from stylish.





He started off his twos by asking "Why" for the very first time.  Oh boy!

Looking a little like Grandpa in his extra wide new balance shoes, khakis, and by request of the birthday boy, "car shirt". 

My boys.  Stooping it. 

Maine part 4: general scenery

We didn't do much. That was kind of the point.