My pumpkin has morning sickness.

So. The Bug being a bug for Halloween didn't work out. That's fine with me, because spiders give me the jibbly jibblies. I put the costume on him this morning, and as you can see, it's too small. It kind of fit him when we bought it, a month ago, but it's a costume meant for babies. For baby girls. The picture on the packaging said so. Plus, his grandmother bought him these black girls tights and I just couldn't do that to him.

So I bought him this one. We made a last-minute trip to Marshall's or Mervyn's or whatever and this was on the whatever percent off rack. It ended up being four dollars. It was the only thing on there that would fit him, but it ended up being AWESOME.



Between this year and last year, we have quite a Halloween menu going on. I sense a theme.

Quite nice

The Bug licks the shower door and pees in his bath.

One Two Three

The Bug counts to three. It's near the end, so be patient.

Cat Hate

The cat is such a bitch to The Bug, and he loves her even so. You can tell by her ears, she ain't having it.

Sometimes she swipes at him. This hasn't hurt The Bug badly, yet, but he always weeps as if horribly betrayed. He loves her to death.

Barney Sucks

Even The Bug agrees.

Lesson Learned

Today I learned that The Bug is tall and dexterous enough to turn the deadbolt on the front door. I learned this from the outside.

He's talking in his sleep right now.

He has golf clubs now

I am unsure if how he's using them, though, means that he takes after his Lolo or his father.

A short example of Buglish

Deadly weapon.

90% of his pictures look like a variation of this.

All of this looks edible to him.

So we no longer have to worry about feeding The Bug, because he has learned how to find things in his nose and eat them. He is such an advanced child.