Halloween Eve

Zoinks! I took a day off blogging again. We had company...that's my excuse. Saturday after E's nap we went and met Lauren and Gramoo for an early dinner at Red Robin. Yum! Then we stole Lauren and kept her with us for the night. Easton friggin' adores her. He asked for her to carry him leaving the restaurant and such. Fine! Be that way! It's sweet, really. First we headed to Dave and Busters for some fun.

Easton attempting to play the "roll the ball" horse race game. His version involves pitching the ball so it lands on top of the plexiglass instead of rolling it up inside:


And doing a racing game:

He's in my "car"...Jason, Lauren, and I all attempted to play--E was on J's lap but my stupid game was broken. I was going a mere 35 mph when the other two were going 120. No fair! Granted, I did pick a Honda for my racer and the other two picked a speedy RX-7. Oh well. Easton liked driving too.

This is how much he loves his Aunt Lauren...he dropped my hand in order to hold hers instead:


And Jason being sentenced to the electric chair...I can't believe how many tickets it spit out at him after this:


Then as we were leaving D&B's Easton held hands with me and Lauren again. He likes for us to swing him but only he knows he's playing that "game". For instance, I didn't even have a grip on his hand...he was merely holding mine when all of a sudden he lifted up his feet. Goober. Once I knew we were "playing" I started to say, "One...two...three" but he'd still just pick up his feet whenever he felt like it.

He's fun. He enjoys having someone in the back seat with him:


And after we stopped for ice cream he resorted to some of his best persuasion techniques to get Lauren to share her cone. Pat pat pat...feel like sharing?


Enjoying his aunt some more...


Yesterday with the time change was a long day for E...up before 7 but that was still sleeping his normal amount of time. We expected it. Then he only napped for 45 minutes but it could've been the rousing game of UNO we had going on with Lauren downstairs. He was soooo ready for bed last night.

This morning he woke up at 6:30 so I hopped in the shower but he went back to sleep until 7:30 instead. Whew! We thought the brightness at such an early hour might wake him--and it appeared to--but he went back to sleep this time.

Today he and I went shopping. First I asked him to put on his shoes and I made a pit stop. I heard him clomp clomping towards me like this:

He always loves to wear our shoes.

Later we hit the Old Navy by our house. I wanted to exchange a top for Baby Deuce. My mom brought Deucie a cute little outfit yesterday and it's 3-6 month sized. Well, it's labeled that way. The pants look fine but the danged top fits Easton:

I know E is on the smaller side but I found that ridiculous. So we went searching for the 0-3 month version. Our Old Navy didn't have it but told me the mall we go to had 3. So, off we went. They actually had 0. Then they proceeded to tell me I could order it online to which I nicely said, "I'm not going to pay five dollars in shipping for a shirt that costs 7!" Especially since I came allllll the way up here thinking you had 3! So they arranged to waive the shipping fees for me and all is well. I can expect it in 7-10 days. Good thing we've got time :) But, all's well that ends well. We even found a few other things we "needed". For instance, remember those guitar jammies I bought for The E awhile back? He doesn't wear them yet (they're 2T size) but I bought a matching sleeper for Deuce. How cute will they be in matching jams? Love the thought.

After Old Navy was all figured out we went down to the play area. We ran into some fellow Kindermusikers. Darn! I was wearing my sporty new sweatsuit today and I wanted to wear it on Thursday to class and now I can't since I was "spotted". Maybe next week. The play area wasn't too crowded so no one beat Easton up although one 4-5 year old weirdo told me, "I think he went poop in his diapey." Uh...no he didn't...mind your own business, Mr. Poo on the Brain.

We were in need of a snack after all that so we shared a cinnamon soft pretzel and a cherry ice. Why do I let myself get those "ices"? I enjoy the first half of the beverage--I mean, who wouldn't like to sip a fruity slush? But, once you're done sucking up what you can you're left with a half cup of shaved ice bits tinted with color. Ours had a pinkish hue and yet I still felt obligated to try to suck up more icy strawfuls. It hardly had any flavor left! I don't love to eat ice with the rare exceptions of when I was anemic and suffering from pica (only ice!) or after my C-section. Easton gave up...smart kid. I struggled with the cup all the way home. Why do I do that to myself? Why?

Anyway, now we're home and I had a helluva time getting E down. He was very mad, first of all...I'm thinking it was from being tired. Then, once he calmed down and we rocked. He fell asleep and I layed him down. He burst right back up and cried, "rock rock!" So I gave in and we rocked again. Same thing happened but this time when I layed him down he stayed laying till I left. Then he sat up and cried. When I went back in after our "designated" amount of cry time he stood up crying, "All done! All done!" but I'm the mommy and I knew he wasn't. I patted him and left again. He cried again but went to sleep shortly thereafter. It'll probably be another 45 minuter. I'm desperately afraid he's on the verge of giving up napping. Eek! We'll see.

This afternoon we have to hit Sam's Club for a couple things, namely Easton's chocolate Carnation instant breakfast and then the library. I ordered a book but I ordered it to the wrong branch so I have to go pick it up at a different library than we're used to. Darn preggo brain! I'm sure I'll update at least a little tomorrow but have a Happy Halloween!