Halloween or Lamoween?

Caleb had his 2-month shots today. That wasn't fun. Poor guy, he's got two big big band-aids on his (Virginia Ham) thighs and he's been fussy all evening.

He's wearing a Batman onesy. His first costume, ZZ says, but I think that most baby clothes are costumes. Costumes that make him look like a puppy, or an All-Star, or a Choo-Choo Train Conductor, or any of the other dozens of STUPID STUPID outfits they make for babies. He just happens to be dressed like Batman tonight.

Double O is coming over to baby sit for 4 hours. I haven't SEEN Double O in about 6 weeks and I kinda feel like I'm just using him. Oh well, so I'm using him. But I would really like to go bike riding with him again soon.

8 inches of snow on the ground. Double O is almost late. That date-steak is taunting me. It's out there somewhere, just a few miles away, sandwhiched between two pieces of wax paper and flanked by two other juicey pink pieces of sultry meat. Having this baby really puts date-night on his terms. We'll just have to be more reseptive to delayed gratification.

Peace and Love,
Mungo