Trick or Treat with My Mini Me

The past week or so have brought lots more laughs and joy with sweet Pumpkin. I've realized, though, that she may have inherited some of my less than desirable qualities and some of my Type A personality.

First, Pumpkin celebrated her first Halloween this weekend and she was the cutest little ladybug ever, if I do say so myself. All in all, she wasn't too impressed with the whole concept of Halloween. She was underwhelmed by the activity and less than fond of the costumes - hers and others. Since she couldn't appreciate the trick-or-treating or other festivities, I can understand her lack of enthusiasm and hold out hope that future years will bring lots of fun. Of course, I never really liked Halloween (and I still don't and I'm still afraid of mascots/things in masks), so we may be finding other ways to spend Daddy's birthday eve in the future.

Halloween also revealed the strength of our dear Pumpkin's inner schedule. Despite the fact that she loves to stare at clocks, I am pretty certain she can't actually tell time, but I'll tell you what, if 7:30 PM rolls around and she is not in the vicinity of her bathtub all hell is soon to break lose. Our baby is not really a big crier, but she will wake the dead if her routine is interrupted. The first time it happened I thought maybe she was tired or hungry, but soon realized that, no, she just wanted her bath for no other reason than it was bathtime. After her bath it was into PJs and an hour or so of playing before eating and sleeping. Of course, this realization is coming to a mother who, as a 3 year old, insisted on having a schedule of all of her waking hours posted on the refrigerator (despite being barely able to read). I guess I will soon experience the stress I put my own parents through in insisting that things be scheduled and on time at all times.

In other less festive and more mundane news, Pumpkin is officially an eater. She either got hungry or we found the right consistency of food, but in any event, she is now regularly eating solid foods and actually enjoying them. She also appears to have a little of my controlling nature in her though, as she insists on steering the spoon to her own mouth. I've just resigned myself to the fact that meals are going to be messes and look forward to the chaos each and every day.

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