Jack has discovered the moon. He lifts his chubby little chin and searches the night sky for it, when it is found he points with vigorous joy and says “moon.” It melts me, I am toast, it is too much for my sappy heart to handle.

The other day a woman stopped me on the street and told me that all redheads are descended from Vikings (totally normal occurrence for us, people go nuts for redheaded babies, I get stopped multiple times a day and peppered with questions and information.) But I can see a streak of Viking in him, every toy becomes a mallet. I’m pretty sure the internal chant in his head is “smash, smash, smash, smash.”

Due to his prowess for smashing everything is sight, the gentler side of his nature particularly delights me. He loves to pick flowers, he holds them under his nose with great exaggerated inhales and says “fwowa” and then shoves the flower under my nose to smell. “Smash, smash, smash, flower, moon” that’s my boy, a sensitive little Viking.



I have felt so fortunate to find a group of moms with little ones close to Jacks age, who live on our hill. We began having play dates when the kiddos were newborns and still continue to see each other regularly. We do park dates, play dates, lessons, preschool fairs, walks and we spend an occasional evening away from our little ones sipping wine and chatting about everything under the sun. At first all the talk was about babies, as that was our common denominator, but as our friendships have grown so has the conversation. Now I think of them less as my “mom friends” and more as simply “friends” who all happen to have little boys Jack age.

On Halloween we had a gathering at one of their for drinks and treats and then walked to our neighborhood SRF for the annual Halloween festivities, with a balmy California breeze and a low hung moon, it was a perfect evening.

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Jack was a sheep for Halloween.

I had originally wanted him to be a satyr, but I failed in the crafty mom department and did not have enough time to make him a costume, which introduced a whole new category of guilt in to my life; mom who does not make Halloween costumes, but buys them from Amazon at the last-minute! This is a close guilt cousin to; Mom who did not get it together in time to send out written birthday invites and had to send an invitation via E-mail instead.

Jack was not pleased with the sheep costume, and began to cry as soon as I put it on him. Actually, first he fell over trying to run away from me so I could not put the hood up, then he started crying.

I took him to a Halloween fair on the 29th, but knew that the chances of wrangling him in to the sheep suit were not good. Also it was 95 degrees out, which added to his  dislike of the costume. I decided to strip him down and put some wings on him instead, so he spent the night as a little cupid.

People went  a little crazy over him. I kept hearing coos of “what an adorable little angel” and “what an adorable little girl.” That one made me a little confused. He was wearing his red sandals and his teething necklace, but I don’t think that he looks like a girl at all!  My favorite comment was “did you dye his hair that color to be an angel?” I would need to be much more dedicated to Halloween to be willing to dye my babys hair for one night.

Next year I am going to have to start working on his costume earlier, maybe if I start in August I will actually be able to get it together!

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