The Show Must Go On

Sadly, Waldo was unable to participate in today's events.  Hence, our Halloween adventure had to go on without him.  

Prior to finding out that Waldo would be in town this weekend, I decided to have some of G's friends over the house.  Little did I know that my time would be split tending to the needs of three individuals all along having to run errands, organize, clean, and prepare for the get together.  It got a bit intense at one point where I was running around the house (sort of like you see in Top Chef as the chefs scramble under the clock) while the cat chased me.  He probably thought I was playing with him or couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.  It was pretty funny up to the point where I slipped on spilled water in the kitchen.  I then proceeded to get-up and continue walking with a slight limp. 

Eventually, I was able to get everything ready and the kids had a great time.  Once everyone ate to their heart's content, we walked around the neighborhood.  G not only trick-or-treated for herself, but also for Toddler S.  She would say "and can I get some for my baby sister?"  I stood in the background and affirmed that yes, there was indeed a baby sister nearby. 

Here are a few photos of Cowgirl and Strawberry.  Of interest to some is that G named Toddler S "Strawberry" prior to her being born.  I had no choice but to go with a strawberry costume this year.



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Toddler S

The Cat's Drag In

Waldo's home!  And, Yobi deserves no merits.

We are lucky to spend a few days with Waldo.  He arrived almost exactly one month from when he left in September.  A work related trip allowed him to route his travel itinerary to our neck of the woods.  Around this time last year, Toddler S was born and she was exactly two weeks old when we both walked around the neighborhood as G attempted to land a few good treats on Halloween.  How a propos that he would be here in time for G and Toddler S to make their treating rounds.  God is in the details. 

Besides the exhaustion of traveling for about 40 hours (19 of which he spent waiting at an airport), he looks good and is now sporting a scar.  Waldo had a minor accident, which lead to his hand being cut to the bone.  Thankfully, there was an American doctor that tended to this wound.  My reactions were "alright, you've got your one accident out of the way, no more."  

Since everyone is sleeping, except for the little bully that demanded her breakfast at 6 in the morning and who has now decided to fall asleep on her feeding chair, I'll post some pictures of the gang later in the day.



Costco Supply Run