Charlie's School Picture

What a handsome kid if I do so say myself! (Please excuse the picture-of-a-picture...)

Trick Or Treat

Charlie had a fun time trick or treating with his cousins last night -- this year he wasn't scared at all and shuffled up to all the houses in his oversized gorilla feet to say "Trick or Treat!" and get his candy. Needless to say by the end of the night he was on sugar overload! Here are some pictures, the best I could do in the dark...

And For Good Measure...

...We baked Halloween cookies this morning: (with a Brontosaurus thrown in):

Castle Island Halloween

We took Charlie to Castle Island's Halloween party today: he warmed up to his gorilla suit, got to go through an extremely un-scarry haunted house (which nonetheless it took 3 tries to get through and he referred to as 'the very scary place'), saw a magician and got to eat treats. Here are some pics:

Conjunctivitis & Strep

I have both. Which explains why I have felt like crap since Friday. I started on erythromycin for my eye and amoxicillin for my throat and am home from work for the rest of the week, so hopefully will be feeling better soon. I was just saying that I was all set since I already had the swine flu and got the seasonal flu vaccine the other week, but apparently being pregnant has left me with the immune system of a small furry helpless animal and there are plenty of other things to catch out there. Hopefully I will stay healthy for the rest of this pregnancy!

All The Stops

This morning I took Charlie to see his new pediatrician so we found ourselves on our way to his daycare very late. Once Charlie realized that his chorus of "I don't wanna go to school... I don't wanna go to school... I don't wanna go to school..." wasn't getting him anywhere, he pulled out all the stops:
"Mommy, I just went to the doctor -- I'm too sick to go to school!"
"Mommy, you left your keys at home -- we have to go home!"
"Mommy, there's nobody at school; all my friends are home sick!"
And last but not least:
"Mommy, you don't loooove meeeee!"

He had me recalling fondly the days where I thought he might be speech delayed.

Coming To Terms

I think Charlie is finally coming to terms, in his own way, with having a new brother or sister. This morning he asked me, "Mommy -- You have a baby in your belly and I'm not allowed to squish it?"

This, believe it or not, is progress.