Tales from the Crib

All Hallows eve finds the shortest amongst us a bit taller than before. And this time the Duck of Terror has been discarded for the even more terrifying Ladybug of Doom!!!!

 Since we Portlanders will do anything that involves a brewpub we carted our dudded up child and selfs to the local McMenamin's brewery for the big costume candy trick-or-treat-a-thon. I took this picture below to ensure that my trusty readers (hi mom!) would get a sense of the fantastic costumes and frivolity that ensued. Instead I managed to take a single shot that not only fails to capture anything fun but also does not reveal a single child or costume.

(For those who look closely you'll see the

guy is wearing a Boston College Hockey sweatshirt.

Go BC, I guess.)

Luckily this shot has frivolity and cuties so I am redeemed.

Despite the fact that "trick or treat" is still beyond Sylvia's vocabulary, we managed a pretty good haul.

Here, Sylvia inspects her optimistically large bag. 

And Ronald McDonald on his day off, as I was christened by the check-out clerk at the QFC, shares in the bounty.

Cute!

 

Cuter!!!

What to do with Super Large Hands

As the days turn to rain, we have begun our regular visits places of indoor activity. The Portland Children's Museum, known as "'zeum" to the under three foot set, is one of our favorites for the following reasons:

1. Super Large hands

2. Diaphanous Scrims

3. Iridescent fish that don't get you wet and smelly.

4. "Dirt" that doesn't get you muddy.

(Actually ground up tires that I am a bit suspect of).