Halloweenies

Well. Apparently 21-month-olds are NOT into Halloween. I should have seen that one coming!

I had planned for Grant to be a cowboy and Reid an Indian, but when I pulled out the Indian headdress on Sunday for Reid to try, he didn't want anything to do with it and Grant loved it. I mean, LOVED it. Wore it until I took it off of him and kept wanting to be picked up so he could see himself in the mirror, and he would just grin and grin. Photographic evidence:

I should have known that because he loved it on Sunday, he wouldn't want to touch it with a 10-foot pole on the day that really counted, but I guess I'm still an optimist at heart.

Honey brought the boys home this afternoon so she could see them in their costumes, and from the minute we started changing their clothes they were acting like loons. I managed to snap this picture between tears, snotty noses, thrashing around, and full-on fits:

We jumped in the wagon and walked over to the Vitullis' cul-de-sac for a little block party, and from that point on, my little cowboy and Indian were only interested in riding the various bikes, trikes, and scooters that were littered throughout the street.

 

This was their general temperament for the first part of the evening...

 

 

 

 

We managed to sneak the hat onto Reid's head for a few seconds, until he figured out it was there:

 

And then of course -- OF COURSE -- Grant wanted to wear it. My confused little Indian:

 

Grant was also really fascinated by the pumpkins on one of the neighboring porches -- I guess we'll have to break down and carve some next year!

 

I tried and tried to get some good pictures of them together, but neither one was interested in obliging. So, here are my ornery cowboy and uncooperative Indian:

The only way to get them to sit even remotely still was by bribing them with water bottles:

I guess Halloween is thirsty business!

 

 

 

Then we have time for a little more riding...

How is this kid big enough for a scooter???

 

and a peace treaty...

and then it was back home for baths and bedtime... but not before Reid tried to channel the Naked Cowboy:

Even with their stinky attitudes, they were still the cutest cowboy and Indian I've ever seen! 

Here's hoping we'll be up for trick-or-treating next Halloween... and that these kids will still let me pick out their costumes for at least another year. I'm not holding my breath on that one!

Sweet smiles

Ryan had a golf event and dinner with clients on Monday night, so the boys and I held down the fort by ourselves for the evening. Of course they wanted to go outside immediately after dinner, and they were in such precious, funny moods that I grabbed my camera and was able to get lots of sweet pictures.

{Reid}

{Grant}

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{Grant waving at -- what else?? -- a "beh-deh"}

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They both are talking more and more, and they love to be little hams. Here they are, laying on their picnic table and pretending to go "niiiiiiiiiiiiigh-niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh":

{Reid}

{Grant}

{R}

They can say "cheese" when I'm taking pictures, and then they run over saying "Baby, baby, baby" and want to sit in my lap and look at themselves in the camera's viewfinder. The same thing applies any time they see my phone -- they are obsessed with watching videos of themselves. And I mean really, who can blame them?? They're pretty dang cute, after all... and such big backyard explorers:

 

 

 

One of their favorite games right now is running and hiding behind something when I'm trying to get their attention. Before bathtime, their little naked butts "hide" behind the chair in their bedroom. In the living room, they go "hide" in the corner by the fireplace. It's made even funnier by the fact that they will squint and close their eyes and cover their faces with their hands -- I guess so we can't see them??

But my absolute favorite new habit, which I haven't been able to catch on camera yet, is that they love to love on each other. I can say "Go give your brother a hug" and one will run over to the other and just start hugging and kissing him, stroking his hair, and more -- and it can last for several minutes, with them usually ending up sprawled on the floor with one laying his head on the other one's chest. Are you kidding me?? Melts my heart every. single. time! 

And speaking of melting my heart... I just love these precious faces!

{Grant with the spanking spatula... which he later smacked Reid across the face with.}

{Reid... yes, they're both in dire need of haircuts!}

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{R}

Who are these big boys, and where did my babies go??