We put her in the elephant costume long enough to visit her grandmother, but the rest of the day she was decked out in her bright orange “Baby’s First Halloween” onesie and she ate with her “Baby’s First Halloween” bib. She even had bright orange socks to match, and adorable black pants. And mama didn’t buy any of it.
She wasn’t much amused with the kids trick-or-treating. Every time we had a knock on the door, one of us would grab the baby and take her to see the kids in their costumes. She is always excited to see people come to visit, but it took no time at all for her to realize these kids weren’t visiting. They knock…we give them a handful of candy…they turn around and leave. No one was coming in to play with her, and she got bored with the concept rather quickly. Possibly even a bit ticked that we kept pulling her away from her toys to go see them at the door. It won’t be this way once she knows what candy is…
Grammy sent her a Halloween card in the mail, and brought a card from Aunt P with her when she came up on Tuesday (first shift week again). She handed Punky the card, and then went back to the car to get her bags. I stood in the kitchen holding the baby for a few minutes and then realized the corner of her envelope was missing. As was the corner of the card itself. And the edges were wet.
As if she knew exactly what I was going to do, Punky flashed me a big smile…wide enough to see the wad of orange paper in her mouth…and then pursed her lips together and absolutely refused to open her mouth. She threw her head from side to side and dodged my every attempt to get my fingers in there and grab the paper. She swallowed it; I saw her do it. No guesswork this time. So, Aunt P, I think it’s safe to say that she thoroughly enjoyed the Halloween card. It was yummy.
Tomorrow morning Punky and I are headed home for the weekend again. This time it’s for birthday parties. She’s never been to a birthday party before, and now she gets two in one weekend.
I thought about taking the ride tonight, but she usually cries in the car when it’s dark and she can’t see anything. And when I can’t see her in the mirror it is even more stressful driving. With the time change, the entire ride would be in darkness and I don’t want to chance over two hours worth of miserable baby. Waiting until morning is the better option, although I’ll probably end up changing a dirty diaper in an even dirtier rest stop somewhere along the way. She goes like clockwork, and I plan to be on the road then. As the saying goes…shit happens.
I think she’ll enjoy the birthday parties. Just being around other kids will be exciting for her. The only kid she ever spent any time with is my nephew…one of the parties this weekend is his…and he really isn’t so wild about his little cousin. He pushes her, he takes stuff from her, he cries when she licks his toys…yeah, he’s not impressed with her. But he’s four, or will be in a few days, and he’s good at it. This too shall pass...
Hopefully, Punky will find a nice little friend to play with at the parties. Then again, I think she will be the youngest at both, so she may end up with a pack of kids being mean to her instead of just one. Yikes.
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