I think is almost there.
Poor smiths snow suit is a size or two to big and when he falls over he can't get up again. ha ha ha
It was so much fun that Trey eventually passed out in there.
In case you can't tell what they are:
Show me your muscles
Trey wanted to try on Nate's new snowboard boots. He could hardly walk around with one. We haven't tried both yet.
Smith also loves to wear shoes and socks. Shoes are still kind of against the rules inside our house, but I made an exception for him. If he finds a new pair shoes laying around, or stored safely away on the third shelf of the closet, he'll bring them to me and insist on wearing them. These are his big brothers socks and shoes (only 4 sizes too big for him)
Aunt Emily and Uncle Dave stopped by. Trey loves it when they come over, but he wasn't to sure about the makeup.
This is Trey's third costume tonight. When I tried to get him into his Fire Fighter outfit he refused and said he wanted to be a pirate. WHAT? I tried to pull something together with a puffy shirt and a scarf around his waist (sorry no pic) and he changed his mind again. I don't know why I put up with it. Eventually I got him out in the Fire Fighter outfit, but when we got home he changed into his Superman PJ's and cape.
I went as a witch this year, mostly cause I liked the tights.
Smith was a skunk. Oh, and that's not make-up on his face, it's chocolate. He discovered the Rollos I was passing out early and kept bringing them to me all night. I'm not sure he ate anything else all night.
The boys on our way out to go Trick-Or-Treating! YEAH!
All the kids and adults that dressed up. Nate (on the right) is holding Smith and a friends daughter. This is the only picture I managed to get of Smith. Oops. Good thing we have two more parties coming. (Trey is middle-left)
Trey and his buddy Riley
I guess I wasn't the only one to think a fire fighter was a cute idea.
I frantically checked him for cuts, were good. But he is dripping in hot pink! I better wash it off, but nail polish doesn't wash off, it just smears all over him, all over me, my tile floor and all over my sink! Now it's starting to dry and I have to clean it up before gets hard, but I can't put Smith down cause he is still sticky... I really did feel like a chicken with it's head cut off.
This is nothing! It didn't occur to me at first that other people might find humor in my pain. So I had most of it cleaned up before I thought to take a picture.
Smith didn't want to hold still for a photo either. Nail polish covered the bottom of one foot, all of the other and a few splatters on his shins. Oh and most of my hand too. It's mostly worn off now, except for his toe nails. Nate usually gets mad when I paint the boys toe nails, but this time he did it to himself.
We rode the train. I last rode the zoo train about 15 years ago. I remember it being longer and having a lot more animals. But Trey at least seemed to really like it.
The Crew. This is right after Trey ran off and we thought he was lost. I had a little panic attack, he was only gone for 5 or 6 minutes, but still. We found him happily looking at the baby tigers.
Cutest baby was the baby elephant.
Trey and Gwen really hit it off. I always hated it when my mom would try to "set me up." I never liked the boys she liked, but I really think I've picked a good one.
I ordered Trey to say sorry. He went in for a hug, stopped and said "Uh-oh, broken." That's when I noticed Smith was gushing blood. I'm not sure Trey realized that he broke the baby, but he did seem concerned. He kept fetching me tissues long after the bleeding stopped and encouraged me to "fix it." I think Smith is going to be fine. The scar, if any, will be very small. This photo was taken about an hour after the incident. Still oozing a bit, but he was all smiles again.
Here he is with Josh and Jeff at the finish.
I'm not really sure what is going on here. I think Trey took this shot. It looks like Nate and Josh are really interested in Jeff's, um, number.
So proud of him!
