We were all geared up for Halloween this year. After all, last year, Mr P was just a little too small to remotely appreciate it. Then, on Thursday night, he decided on his own that he'd rather be a seal for Halloween. Oh yes, a SEAL! Over the baby monitor came an unfamiliar barking....CROUP! Our poor little guy was sick. Of course, this kept me home on Friday, missing the festivities after working so hard on costumes for everyone on my team. The doctors confirmed our suspicion. We were sent home with a nebulizer and dismal thoughts of the nights ahead. The weekend didn't prove to get any better either.

We tried to go out on Halloween with him for a little bit. But it was chilly and damp, so we headed home. Not minutes after getting him in bed did the rain start, just as I was about to head back out to photograph the shenanigans! I managed to get a few worthy shots documenting Thompson Street's festivities before heading in for the evening at least!

Later that night, a little upset man kept me up almost all night. We still aren't sure what caused it, but he had the fiercest diaper rash ever! My child..you know...the one who wears cloth diapers and has NEVER EVER had diaper rash? Yes, that one! It could have possibly been a rinse issue or a reaction to his meds..none the less, we are still on the mend...

Now if only those incisor teeth would push through and leave us alone! I miss my bed! The futon isn't all it's cracked up to be..