The littlest kid is growing and growing and growing. He’s tall; he’s walking; he says daddy and doggie; he mostly sleeps through the night; he’s opinionated and curious, fiesty and funny, charming and, as BF says, cheesy. These days I am calling him Frankenbaby for the way that he walks. In fact, I think we should dress him as Frankenstein/Frankenbaby for Halloween and let his walk be part of his costume, but I don’t think I’ll be able to talk BF into it. If we can help him get over the fear of his mane, he’ll really be a lion cub at Friday’s Halloween March– a trek down Main Street of our town where hundreds of kids trick or treat at the doorways of local businesses and shops. He, however, has been shrieking like a banshee each time we put on his lion mane so it may be that he’s Frankenbaby afterall.
Here are some of my favorite shots of baby during October, as he crept towards 14 months old and 9 months with us.