A Wuppy

Grayson is still all about dogs. In August, he made his first (and only to date) animal noise: woof, woof. In early October he was walking past the TV and a dog commercial was on and he pointed and said,"Puppy". For efficiency, he has recently put the two together and says,"Woo, woo, wuppy" when he sees a dog.

So what else would he be for Halloween?

That costume cost 3 bucks at a consignment sale. Cutest $3 I ever spent.

Sweet little Luca stopped by. He wasn't too thrilled with his restrictive pea pod costume, but it was precious.

Our friend Jessica has never had a Trick or Treater in her LIFE. She grew up in the country and for the last couple of years up here no one has shown up in their townhouse complex. Sunday night was a momentous occasion for her and every time someone knocked she squealed like a little school girl and ran to the door. It was awesome. (By the by, has anyone else noticed the size of the trick-or-treater in this pic? She appears taller than Jessica who is standing up on the stoop. What is the statute of limitations on these things?)

We let Grayson walk to our neighbors that know and love him. We weren't going to let him get candy, but at one house they handed him a small Twix bar. He had no clue what it was for, but was oh so proud of that shiny, crinkly paper. He marched around with it in his hand from house to house showing it off. Of course the Wuppy was a huge hit. And if you ask me, the view from the back was the best.

He is so stinkin' cute in that costume that I may have to put him in it again this week just for kicks.