Halloween 2010

As Uncle Chris used to sing,
"Furious George.  The Furious little Nonkey..."

Mister Mister was Curious George for Halloween.  It was a torrential downpour and it was awesome!

Our day started off at 5:15am... Darn that Aiden's internal clock can not differentiate between work days and weekends.  We cleaned the house and car.  Then, we went to Salt Lake for a little errand.

Then we went to Aunt Kari's to get ready for our Halloween Tradition:  Fondue and a funny Halloween movie.  This year, it was Private Eyes.  That was awesome.  Between the prep and the eating, we went Trick-or-Treating in the neighborhood where I grew up.  (Aunt Kari lives next to my old house...)  All the neighbors that I used to know were still there.  It was amazing to see them.

Misser Nonkey hated his Curious George hat, but eventually forgot he was ever wearing.

Sixteen Months

Aiden is sixteen months today.  Sad face for Mom.

Isn't he just so handsome?

My little snuggle bug is definitely his own person.  He is very stubborn, very independent, and very happy.  In the last month, Aiden has learned so many things.  He knows perfectly well how to walk.  He just doesn't want to.  And that is A-OK with me.  The less mobile he is right now, the better.  He is into EVERYTHING including wipes, lotion, toilet paper, pots and pans, and anything gooey or gross.  He loves the slide more than anything in the world and lovingly calls it "thleye".

He loves corn, hates peas, tolerates beans.  He loves to dip his chicken nuggets.  Still loves Thomas with a vengeance and can watch Hero of the Rails all day.

When you ask him a question like, "Would you like to go to Aunt Kari's house?"  He gets a huge grin and says, "Ohhhhh!!!"    It is awesome.

BUSTED!

My mother once said that if you leave a toddler alone with a box of baby wipes, they will entertain themselves for hours.  

Boy, she was right.  Mister was totally busted.

Who me?!  Naughty?

And while Mom cleaned the wipes, aforementioned toddler got into the pots and pans.  

So I put him in his new jail-bird jammies with matching socks.

Then we watched Thomas.  

Mom caved in.