Ben and Harry and Jack and I went to the boys' school on Friday night for PTO event that Ben planned and organized. The kids were allowed to wear costumes, provided they had no masks and were not scary. This totally screwed with Harry's trick-or-treat scary/masked costume, so we quickly ordered another clown suit.
Here's a full body shot so you can see their silly shoes. They were a big hit, and all night long, people kept asking me if I made the costumes. At first I said no I got them on Amazon, but people seemed judgy (the school principal has time to make her kids' costumes, after all), so I started saying Ben made them, and what do you know, people were even judgier (what is wrong with that WORKING MOM whose husband volunteers at school? Is she actually a man, do you think?)
Cooper is a little tyrant. He is perfectly lovely and pleasant and adorable as long as we are doing exactly what he wants to do (which is wander around the house barefoot with shit in his pants playing with whatever strikes his fancy, whether it be dirty knives with raw pork germs n the dishwasher, outlet covers, tiny Legos, or my iPad). If we ask him to do something that is convenient for us (get his pants changed, ride in a shopping cart, sit in his stroller, be carried anywhere) he screams. It's special. On Saturday during his first nap, I baked chocolate chip cookies solely because I wanted to bribe him into his stroller at hockey so I could help Harry take his equipment off. He will stroll for homemade organic cookies. (And I am trying to make the PERFECT COOKIE. I think there is no such thing. My perfect cookie has oatmeal and cinnamon and 2 bags of chocolate chips and is a little bit crunchy. Ben and Harry prefer super gooey, white flour, double chips themselves. Jack and Cooper will eat anything that comes out of the oven.)
This morning, snaggle tooth ate a plum very happily at breakfast. We also played peekaboo with a dish towel for almost half an hour and then took that towel with us to his room to change his diaper. I turned around to grab a diaper out of the closet and bam! The dish towel was in the pee-filled toilet across the hall. My god I wish the big boys would either flush or close the lid. Mostly close the lid because Cooper will throw anything into any toilet any chance he gets.
Harry and I wanted our pumpkins sprayed black, and Ben was happy to oblige early this morning.