For some reason, Connor calls this “The Clown Song.” He sang the intro riff well enough that I knew which song he meant, though. 🙂
Someday, when he’s older, I hope he feels about the Psychedelic Furs and the Pet Shop Boys and the Flaming Lips and Bowie and The Cure and Midnight Oil the way I do about my Mom’s favorite artists from the late 70’s and early 80’s.
Playing some Very Hungry Caterpillar on the day after Thanksgiving. Grammy won the game, which led to a much-needed learning moment about being a gracious loser.
My oft-referenced co-worker mentioned to me last week that part of her bedtime routine with her two-year-old daughter is “flying” her to bed. That used to be part of my routine with Connor, too: one loop Superman-style around the bedroom before landing in bed. We haven’t done that for months, though.
It was then that I realized how fast Connor is growing.
This is “going to work,” according to my five-year-old: seeing who can make the most tally marks on a piece of paper.
When you run out of shredded Mozzarella for your tortilla pizzas, you have to grate some smoked Gouda, instead.
The weather was perfect, and we all had a great time! A couple of houses were extra generous with the candy, since they knew there wouldn’t be many kids coming by. We actually only saw about half a dozen other kids while we were out. Connor especially enjoyed meeting a fellow trick-or-treater dressed as his buddy Sonic the Hedgehog!
Connor filled up his pumpkin bucket in about an hour, after which we walked home and enjoyed just a little candy before bathtime.
Connor’s classmate brought Halloween treats for everyone on Pajamas and Princesses day!