“I wanna show Mama! I wanna show Mama!”

“Show Mama what?”

“My cough.”

“You want to show me your cough? Where is your cough?”

(Sticks finger in her mouth) “In here.”

“What does your cough sound like?”

“A monster.”

“Your cough sounds like a monster?”

“Yeah. The monster is a BIG GUY.”

Apparently the Big Cough Monster is green and lives in our backyard and hides in the trees and likes to eat nuggets for lunch.

Who knew?

Yes, I’m behind.  I have guilt.  But WordPress has suddenly become very temperamental about the whole “uploading pictures” thing.

We only went trick-or-treating at 2 houses for Halloween, on account of spending the evening at the church Fall Festival. But LB caught on immediately. Stand and the door in your Tigger costume and say “tickertreat” when it opens, and someone will offer you CANDY? And even let you EAT IT? Su-weet!

On the way to the Fall Festival, she snacked on her costume in anticipation of all the candy we told her she would accumulate at the fair … I swear we feed her.

Once we made it to the festival, however, she claimed a death grip on a very sticky lollipop and didn’t put it down for the rest of the evening. She even did a barrel race one-handed, because using both hands would require lending the CANDY! I WANT CANDY! to Mama for 5 seconds, and that … that would be a fate worse than death.

Button was a very busy girl that evening. She fed the animals (fortunately, pre-lollipop):

…rode some rides, played some games, acquired a nice collection of candy, and even developed a huge crush on the Chik-Fil-A cow:

It was love at first sight. She spent several minutes staring at him in wonder from afar before working up the courage to introduce herself. When he bent down to give her a hug, she ran into his arms and exclaimed “I love you!”

As it turns out, the church could have saved a bunch of money on this whole carnival-esque shindig, because (aside from the cow) her most favorite part was not the train ride, the many bounce houses, nor the games. It was the small bales of hay stacked everywhere for decoration.

She climbed on every single one we passed, and could have continued to do so for several hours if left to her own devices.

Despite overstimulation and a sugar high, we made it through the evening enjoyably, and I think Halloween will officially enter LB’s list of Cool Holidays to be Repeated with More Orange Lollipops Next Time Please Mama Thank You.  At the end of the night she was exhausted, but left in high spirits, dragging her backpack behind her.

My daughter has a new pet. She has selected a “baby bean” from her dinner plate and has been carrying it around the house for the last 20 minutes.

She holds it as though she’s handling a baby bird, hand cupped and held close to her heart. She has introduced Baby Bean to her doll Timmy, and apparently Timmy is rather impressed.  She talks to it, coos over it, hugs it, tells it how sweet it is and how much she loves it.

That is one spoiled bean.

LB, after nearly losing her balance in the bathtub:

“Whoa, Dude.  WHOA.”