October-- what a month!

Hello-- it has been ages since I've blogged and boy, do I have a lot to tell?! I wanted to post earlier but Mama, Daddy and Nanny Cat have been so ill-- they threw up lots, slept a lot and basically moaned a lot too. Sufficient to say, this was a crazy month for all of us. I do have a lot of stories to share as well as pictures to post. Enjoy yourselves and be sure to comment because Mommy's saving everything, including your comments, for my scrapbook. I wanna be able to look back and see who my fans were, big grin.

I'm going to make this into chapters so nobody gets lost with my ramblings.

"Mama Looks Different"

You all know how pretty my Mom is, right? One of my favorite thing I know that belongs to Mom would be- oh wait strike that, let me rephrase-- was her pretty, long curly hair. She told me she had been growing it soo long for some organization called Locks of Love so little kids with cancer would have real hair as their wig. She had to grow over 10 inches and well, I thought she had much more than that, so did she. Too bad the lady at the salon couldn't measure properly and chopped off, "14 inches! She chopped off 14 inches of my head!" I saw my Mama nearly weep as she furiously signed those words. She told me today that she does not regret cutting that much off because she knew it was going to a good cause but the only regret she has was going to a cheap salon. Anyway, here are some of the before and after pictures of my Mama and her hair.












It doesn't matter Mommy, I still think you're the prettiest of them all!!



"Pumpkin Farmin' Blast"

Daddy said we had to get a big pumpkin, bigger than me, so they could dump me into it. At first I didn't get it and when I literally got it, I thought it was funny. Mama says it is in her family's tradition that all of her siblings are put into a pumpkin for their first halloween and pictures are taken. So, I had to partake in that tradition. We went to this huge pumpkin farm and found my perfect pumpkin without a hitch. Enjoy the pictures:



How about this one? Nahh, I'm much bigger than that puny pumpkin.



See? Much more bigger.



Look Daddy! I'm the Tin Man!



Mom helped, though.



Eureka!! Wow! That is some pumpkin!



We had to use my Ferrari to vroom it across the farmlands... it was super heavy.

We also went to their farmer's market and I ate an entire apple and chewed on tangerines as well. They were super delicious... fruit rocks, you know? Anyway, Mom and Dad told me that we were gonna use a knife on my big pumpkin and make it a happy-silly elk.

"Making A Happy-Silly Elk"

We left my big pumpkin at my Nanny's home because she got this nice backyard while I have a courtyard that's made of cement. The day was perfectly warm and Mommy, Daddy and I got to sit together and just play around with my plump orange ball. At first, I was like.. "what are you doing Daddy?!?!" When I saw him stabbing a knife ontop of my pumpkin-- but then before I knew it, I was an accomplice by digging out its guts with a large silver spoon. Mommy sat back and watched- she also sorted pumpkin seeds-- which we later ate. I loved how the transformation of my beautiful fat pumpkin changed as we worked on it as a family. Anyway, enough yabberings-- pictures time.



Before we do whatever to it, can I taste it first?



Woah Nellie! that's some busy insides!



I got to taste the pumpkin's guts and it tasted funny.



Here's a little family portrait with the pumpkin.



I meant it when I said Nanny had a nice backyard.



Workin' the pumpkin with my large silver spoon.





Daddy was my lil' helper :)



This is some work!



Whee! I perfectly fit in well!





Another family portrait-- see me holding my large silver spoon? I had a hard time letting it go.



Cousin Jahren signing "carve" as he is telling me what I should design for our Silly-Happy Elk.



More instructions from the pro.



Ta-dah!! How do you like my Happy-Silly Elk?

(and yes, we have foliage in California in case you didn't know-- it just doesn't have to get really cold and snow to have pretty colors and fun seasons).

Alright. I understood the pumpkin part but there was one thing I did not get and that is, Halloween. Seriously people, what is the matter with you-- it's too much work, exhausting and extremely frustrating. I'll tell you all about it in my next chapter. Bear with me as you read.

"Halloween Sucks"

Mama told me that Halloween is her favorite holiday. I really do not want to offend you Mom, but it sucked. Let me tell you why. First of all, you slap me into some silly brown suit and force me to wear a hat that wouldn't come off and started parading me around in my Ferrari at your work-- not fun. Per se, I don't like having things on my head and secondly, I hated how everyone thought I was adorable. I mean, couldn't they see my angry glare and the furious sucking of my yellow paci as I was simmering? Worse, you had to take off my stupid brown costume to change diapers and then slap it back right on. That was the beginning. Let me tell you this, it sucked even worse when nobody could guess what kind of animal I was. I was getting increasingly concerned for my sanity because, to tell you the truth, I was kind of confused on what I really was. And finally, Daddy wasn't here. Daddy had to go to some field trip therefore, he was unable to rescue me from my fanatical Mama, who also dressed up and looked, ahem, quite stupid.

I think I'll just mince my grumpiness into pictures. You will see for yourself.



Stuck in the Ferrari, trying to get out and it was also cold.



I'm tired. People have called me a mouse, a bear... and the camera is constantly in my face. Do you mind?



Jahren couldn't get enough of cuddling with me. Thanks Jahren but I think I just wanna go home with my Daddy because methinks I am overwhelmed.



My whole costume. This is a general idea of remarks I got that short morning.

"Aww, what is he? A bear?"

"Aww you're a bear!! A cute teddy bear!!--" Mama shows the tail with exasperation, "oh wait, aww you're a mouse!"

Mama corrects them, "no, he's a monkey."

"Ohh!!"



I finally am at my Nanny and Grandparent's home but do I get to get out of the darn costume? Nope. Aunty Cat just had to take pictures.



Poppie, please get me out of this costume.



Dude, I lost my foot! Hmm, now how can I lose the rest of the costume?



Do I have to get on my knees and beg? Aunty Cat... pretty please with a cherry ontop?

Ah... it worked, I finally was free but basically was miserable, you see, I had a crummy start of the day. When Mama came back from work, it was almost dark already and she looked excited. She said something about having a baby dressed up real cute would give her lots of candies as she knocked at doors. When Mama hinted that I was going to go back into my costume, I quickly fell asleep. My nap was interrupted by my loud and impatient cousins who waited for me. Mama then started putting on my costume but I had a heavy diaper. She took them off and I peed, too bad my aim went for her not the costume and I, unfortunately, had to suffer the dumb monkey costume (hat included) again.

We went outside, it was cold, and started whizzing around in the dark and knocking at stranger's doors. Mama would annoyingly chirp, "trick or treaaaat" as if she was a kid-- and people DID coo over me. And, HA! to my Ma, she didn't get a lot of candies but instead, I got a lot of fruit rolls, toys and smiles directed at me. There was a time when I saw this nice lady pulling out a huge king sized Crunch chocolate bar-- I could feel my Mom smile in glee but then, when the lady saw an adorable (miserable) monkey me, she melted and put the Crunch bar back and retrieved this baby friendly fruit roll and put it into my Mama's plastic bag. I think I heard my Mom mutter, "crap!"

I guess Karma was victoriously sweet for me that night. Alright, here are some pictures.




Mama greedily collecting candy from my first trick n treat stop, Grandma's home. See how crazy they are? My Grandma looks sadistic as she signs candy and Mama is stuffing the bag into her face for more. Adults!!



The crazy dressed up bunch that joined me for trick or treating.



Instead of candies, I got a Jack O' Lantern rattle and loved it so much. It made my night in fact.



Mom: Trick or treeeaaaat
Lady: AWWW-- a mousie baby!!

(She's the Crunch Bar Lady-- and see rattle in my hand?)



Sitting on some wet, cold and damp lawn in front of a weird decoration-- at least I got my rattle.

We then took a long drive to some city called Hayward-- I cried the whole time because I wanted to go home and see Daddy. We went into a spooky place that had a lot of children and crazy dressed up people. I was definitely tired of being held or confined in a stroller. Mama finally got the hint and sat with me and let me play on the floor. I climbed, crawled and explored, freely. The night was starting to looking up.



Mama sitting as I'm exploring.



Like I said, I don't get Halloween-- Uncle John was scary.

It was late, way past my bedtime, we had to go with a long drive back home. I cried, of course, the entire time and knocked myself out. I finally got a good night's sleep and got to see Daddy the next day. All was well and I'm so happy that Halloween only happens once a year and that I'll be too big to wear that stupid brown monkey costume next year.

I think I've written a long, very long, novel in this October post. I'm now ten months old and have made so many discoveries. Now that is another tale to be saved for another post. Don't forget to comment, my fellow fans, because I love hearing from you too. Happy November (emphasis on "happy") and I cannot wait for Turkey Day-- Mama says I'll be eating real food all day long. Yippie!

Til then,
Eitan