Trick-or-Treat 2012

This year Henry wanted to dress up as a devil. But not just any costume would do. Oh, no. He was very, let's say particular, about how he needed to look. We spent 45 minutes surfing the internet for just the right costume and still didn't even come close.

I'll say this for Henry: the kid knows what he wants.

Finally, we were able to cobble together an ensemble from a cape a friend sent us; a shirt he already owned; pants from another friend; an old mask I had to scrub feathers from and then color with a red Sharpie marker; and horns we bought new but had to color black.

I think the results were pretty good, actually.

 

We dressed Silas in the bear costume Henry wore when he was three. It was a little big on him, since his birthday is several months later in the year than Henry's, but it worked.

 

I make the cutest little bears.

 

Silas wasn't clear on the whole concept of trick-or-treating. The first time a neighbor dropped a candy in his bucket, he said, "Uh-oh!" and took it out.

 

I had to convince him to leave the candy there.

 



 

We walked for blocks and blocks, and Silas kept up just fine. What a trooper.

  

My not-so-little devil.

My very little bear.

 

My two sweet boys.

Update on Silas

Silas is growing up way too fast. It makes me wish I could have Henry at this age again, even just for an hour or two. I forget exactly what it felt like to hold him then; now he's all skinny arms and legs and pointy elbows and knees. So many good things about each age and stage, but so much to mourn as they grow, too.

Silas' speech has really picked up in the past few months. He's now saying many words, many of them pronounced incorrectly, which I absolutely adore.

Duck = truck (also similar for stuck, chalk & dog).
Gapes = grapes.
On-REE = Henry.
Vees = Venus (or any cat, really).
Boam = open.
Bone = phone.
Burr = cucumber.
Bees = strawberries.
Sauce = sausage.
Mis = nurse.
My = Mommy
Dack & Doughy = Jack & Zoe, the neighbor kids.

After a slow start, Silas is very interested in books. (Thank God, because I was beginning to despair of having a child who doesn't like books. The horror!) He's mostly interested in the books I find incredibly boring, however -- "My First Word Book," "My First Truck Book," "My First Pets Book," etc. He doesn't have a lot of patience for actual stories just yet. As my husband says, Silas is determined to figure things out.

Part of figuring things out is climbing up on chairs, opening the gate to the family room, pawing through the contents of the refrigerator, picking up every leaf outside, pulling out everything in my desk drawers, and pretty much making sure our house has that lived-in look.

But I guess that's just what toddlers do.