I am NOT a pirate

I'm a three musketeer! I'm D'Artagnan! Give me candy or I will stick you with my sword! Take that, and that, and that, sir!








We went trick or treating down through our neighborhood, and ended up at P-roc's friend's block party. She was dressed as the Fuschia Fairy, but as you know, those fairies are particularly camera-shy, so we don't have any shots of her willingly posing for us.

Famous cousin

La fameuse Eloise came to visit! We had so much fun with her.
(Oh, and with her parents too. :)

bike

Did we mention P got a bike? It was a craigslist special. And, as he'll tell you himself, "it has TWO brakes, a handbrake and a backpedal brake, AND training wheels, AND a rack to carry fings, AND a bell to tell people to get outta the way." Now every time we leave the house, we have to bring the bike...

Even dinosaurs get irritated

Overheard from P's room:

"Millions and millions of years ago... these species lived together. 'Oh gawd', said the iguanodon. 'Oh gawd', said the triceratops."

Too modest

Me: "Hey P, it's really warm out, I'm actually getting hot. Wanna take your shirt off?"

P: "Nobody wants to see that, mommy."

Silly faces

P was inspired by his cousins' series of "angry" faces and wanted to do his own series.

Sound FX

We tried...

A few weeks ago, our friend Annie drove us all the way up to Tuxedo, NY, over an hour away, to see the 60-acre renaissance faire that's there every weekend from August to October. We met up with Melanie and Jason and Olivia Bee and got all suited up for the rain, but on our way from the parking lot to the front gate, some wenches told us the whole fairgrounds had just been closed down. So that's as far as we made it. "Can't have people running around in metal suits of armor in the rain and lightning," explained the helpful monk who was changing back into his Hawaiian shirt and khakis and climbing into his Toyota (pictured here in the background)... As Jason said "Good morrow, fine folks."

Wrestlemania

A common pastime in our apartment:

Magic word

P-rock and Matt play "guess the magic word" when they have each other in head locks. Matt'll say "Guess the magic word, it starts with a C and it's orange and long and bunnies eat it" and P will say "Korange!"

And stuff like that. Once P guesses the magic word, he gets released from the head lock.

So Matt was in a head lock for a while this morning, when P said "Guess the magic word! It starts wif A-O-B!"

I'll give you a hint: it was a body part, and it was being used to reinforce the head lock.

Karaoke

P: Dad, I don't like Karaoke.

Dad: Okay... Why not?

P: He throws bombs.

Dad: He? Who is "Karaoke?"

P: He lives in Spiderman's apartment and he wants to kill Spiderman but Spiderman and Batman and Superman are more powerful than him.

(But apparently he's allied with the Loch Ness Monster.)