come on ....

my boys:

seriously. i am the luckiest lady.

aging

it is sunday. alasdair is no longer reveling in his 'teen' weeks, he is officially 20 weeks old. wild. his update: he stays awake--A LOT--, rolls over back to belly to back (though only in one direction ... he turns to the right, and he's fast, fast), he kisses and kisses, in the bath last night he launched forward from sitting position and made crawling movements, he stands (with support) quite well, he grabs and pulls and eats on everything in site.
he is a monkey, indeed. sweet thing.
as for ben and i, we are nestling in. well, nestled in. mama--honey--is visiting right now. i'm a fortunate daughter to have my mama visit so much. we love it. alasdair thrives on it.
the hiking season is about to transfer to snowshoeing/ski season, so we're taking advantage of walks without full body down coverage.

beautiful views:

alasdair as a bear

folks in park city came out of the woodwork yesterday to celebrate halloween. main street was packed with mini humans, masqueraded adults and mostly dogs. tons of dogs decked out in their finest, like this one here:
what a dapper little fellow. didn't mind the get-up at all, either.
we partook, slightly, in the affair by clothing alasdair in a bear suit (thank you, jen) and i attempted to rock the new hair with a little cleopatra-ish eye styling, which didn't work so well.

gosh. sorry about my fat head interfering with alasdair's sweet face.
yes, that is how we celebrated.
and there i was, only recently talking of hanging my head because the celebration had ended.
shame on me.