Last weekend Theo and I had a wild rumpus slumber party (read: it was a shameless bribery attempt to regain the kid's good graces--I don't think it worked.). We went to the pumpkin patch, looked at Halloween costumes (which he did not want to put on but later decided he did actually want), painted the pumpkins and slept in the Big Boy Bed at Aunt Erin's. It was all VERY exciting.
Please Note: I have no idea how my sister gets such smiling happy pictures. I'm lucky if he is still even in the frame while he runs all over the place and FORGET getting him to look at me!
Here he is being a bit ambitious about his pumpkin selection.
The he decided that the wheelbarrow was a better option for the amount of pumpkins he thought we needed. I'm the shadow. Yelling. "Theo! Smile at me Doodle!" All for naught.
The we found the wagon. Which we REALLY wanted to push in the street and were VERY mad at Aunt Erin for not facilitating that dream. I like this one because you can totally tell he's like "I'm SOOO not looking at her for the happy smiley picture she wants..HAHAHAH!"
Here's the other place Aunt Erin falls down on the job. During finger painting of pumpkins she was not wielding the camera, instead she was armed with baby wipes. Lots of them. The pumpkins are on display in my apartment. They are the extent of my fall decorating. Thanks Doodle.
After a hard day's play, the Big Boy Bed was a nice relief. For all of us. I was informed that it is THEO'S Big Boy Bed, so Abby I feel like you're going to have to deal with that. There also still might be trucks in it. Because there were totally like 12 in bed with him when I checked on him.
