The Vallecillo’s

It is finally the 31st, the day that Larsen has been waiting for. He begged me to put his “costoon” on at 4:00, bringing me gloves, mask, suit, etc. So, I did and the little booger kept the thing on, mask and all, for over 4 hours. I kept checking to make sure his nose holes were aligned so he could breathe. He loved trick or treating and Luis and I got a big kick out of watching him too. He had a lot of fun going out with his friends Ehrling, Olin and Aidan.

Larsen has been counting the days until Halloween since the beginning of the month, and I mean that literally. He has been asking what day it is since just about October 1. Sometimes it gets down-right ridiculous and daddy has no other choice buy to say: “it is the same day it was when you asked me last time!”

Today he insisted to be photographed right along our Halloween decorations (yes, we know…we totally went overboard this year). He is very troubled by the fact that one of the ghosts is broken, so it must now be fixed unless we want to hear about it just as much, if not more, than the “What day is it today daddy? Is today Halloween?”.

No matter how high-up we put the candy, Larsen seems to find a way to get to it. We are thinking of putting it on top of the house next…but we are sure he’ll go get daddy’s ladder. As you can see, the top of the fridge is no match for the little candy-seeking-monster.

The great State Fair of Texas is almost coming to an end for this year, and we couldn’t have picked a better day to go than today. It is an unusual 70-something degrees in Texas and one must make the best of it. First stop was to the Fletcher’s stand for a couple of good ol’ corny-dogs, which you MUST have if you go to the fair. I’ll even go as far as saying it is a requirement to eat one, else you are not worthy of enjoying the fair.

Larsen was a bit bored with all this eating that was going on, and really was not that impressed with the dog show. We figured he would enjoy seeing some smart dogs that do not eat their own poop for a change, but we were sadly mistaken. Judging from that experience we decided to skip the bird show (smart birds? nonsense!) and go straight to the Ferris Wheel. Finally, something worthy of Larsen’s excitement! From there it was off to more eating (gotta use those coupons somewhere), this time a lemonade for the boy, a coke for mommy and daddy, and a pretzel to boot.

“Yawn”, said Larsen. So off to the kiddie-rides we went, and even though this was his first time he totally loved it. I mean, we couldn’t hop from one ride to the next fast enough! Finally we were out of tickets so we decided that after 4-hours we were ready to head back home. I have to say that although there is little that is new at the fair, it is a whole different experience to go with a 4-year old.

Uncle Chris gave Larsen a portable CD player and he is happy as a clam jamming to so some rockin’ Baby Einstein CDs of his own.

Thanks Chris, it now only a matter of time before he is going to want his own iPod. I hope you are proud of yourself.

Today, in an unlikely turn of events, Frankenstein captured Spiderman after a gruesome battle in the hallway of our home. The Bride of Frankenstein declined our request for an interview.

It is the latest craze, and believe me when I tell you that all kids are going crazy over it. Milk crates! Forget about spending hundreds of dollars for toys your kid will toss to the side after just a few days, this holiday season it is all about the milk crates. Remember, you heard about it here first; don’t come crying to me if you get caught in the shopping-madness (only rivaled by the cabbage-patch kids back in the 80’s) and end up crate-less. Do your shopping early this year and thank me later.