Since this is the time for ghouls and bats
Halloween spirits and ghosts and cats
Happenings are weird and witches make brew
My neighbors are loud and might drink the night through.
All these goblins that have come our way
Costumed phantoms I wish the wind would blow away
By tomorrow they will be whisked from the streets
And then Mom and I might get some sleep.
Hello Again Friends! It's my first Halloween, and I've discovered one very important thing...I look terrific in Orange. Don't you agree?
Mom and I took a walk earlier to scope out the neighborhood, sporting our orange and green pumpkin wear. We wanted to look at the decorations and see if any of the night walking creepies were out and about yet. There were a few here and there, but we went out early and Mom promises me I'll get to see more in the future. She looks forward to the first time I get covered in pumpkin goop. And I can't wait until I'm big enough to use the awesome pumpkin trick-or-treat bag Aunt Heather gave me.
Well, now it's late in the evening and the city is crawling with crazy things the likes of which I've never seen before. I'm trying to relax amidst the surprisingly loud debauchery outside. At first I was enjoying all the commotion, but now I'm over-stimulated and cranky.
But tomorrow is another day. And my days are full.
I'm now six weeks old and showing interest in more things every day. I'm more observant of my surroundings, when I'm not sleeping, and stare wide-eyed at everything. Today I
took great interest in a fire truck.
I'm also starting to reach out for things I want to see: the bees on my swing, stuffed animals, Mom's hair and glasses, rattles, my ax, you name it.
Although my first time in the bath tub was a little intimidating, I've come to thoroughly enjoy the experience. The scrubbing, the bubbles, the warm water, they're all great. I can't wait until I can really splash around.
Mom and Dad are settling into my schedule, or rather the fact that I don't really have one yet. My sleep is sporadic, I want to eat all the time, and don't even think about putting me down.
Mommy has learned to function on only about 4 or 5 hours of sleep, and with one arm. Daddy tries to give her some extra sleeping time when he can. He's really busy though, and we look forward to seeing more of him.
They both shrug off the hard stuff though, and we have a good laugh over it whenever possible. How could we not? We all enjoy each other so much. When I wake up, I mostly smile and coo, as I haven't discovered my laugh yet. But just you wait.
Love,
As Always,
Finnegan
