On September 26th, we had one of the worst dining-out experiences in our lives together. The service was slow enough that Ian almost ate this crayon. Actually, come to think of it, he generally tries to do that under any conditions. That reminds me… some weeks ago, Ian made a face and pulled a tiny wheel out of his mouth, it broke off of a cheap toy plane that he (ironically) got from the dentist. It reminded me how great it is to be able to communicate with Ian that I was able to tell him to spit out the wheel, explain to him that the same piece (an axle, maybe a half-centimeter in length, and the diameter of a pencil lead) jutting out of one side had a matching brother on the other side. “Is it still in your mouth?” (his eyes kind of rolled up thoughtfully as he searched and prodded with his tongue) “Mmm hmm.” “Could you spit it in Daddy’s hand?” “Mmm hmm” (ptooi.)

It was the 2nd of October when we went to Halloween USA to check out trick-or-treat costumes for the little man. Thomas the Tank Engine was a cute possibility. See this image larger.

Still we didn’t go with this one. What did we go with, you ask? You’ll have to wait until next blog entry for the “costume trial run” entry. See this image larger.

This was pretty awesome. On the 4th of October, Ian worked his way around behind me and draped over me in a lazy hug while I read him a bedtime story. See this image larger.

Thank you Mommy, for taking these pictures! See this image larger.