Halloween

I just love firsts.  Matty’s first tooth, his first smile, first step, first word, and basically all of his first times.  This is also the year when he first gone out to trick or treat around the neighborhood.  Last year, we had him dressed up as baby spiderman and a beetle, but didn’t really get a chance to go around for trick or treats.  The hubs thought he was way too young for it.  So this is quite an exciting time. For me, anyway.

When we got his monkey costume a few weeks ago, Matty did not want to put it on.  No matter how hard I tried to convince him, he didn’t want to. Not wanting him to get overly upset over it, we stopped bothering him and never showed him the costume again until halloween night.  


To my surprise, he didn’t really protest when the hubs and i were putting it on him.  He objected a bit when it took me a while to get the pants on.  He kicked and moved a little because he was probably getting anxious and just wanted to play.  We told him that he couldn’t go outside to play if he didn’t put his “jacket” on, which really meant the monkey costume.  I felt that he understood completely.  At that moment, he let his objections go, gave in, and allowed us to put it on him.  Meanwhile, the hubs and i have these huge grins on our faces — proud that our little baby understood.

The little one that I carried in my womb for 9 months, the little one that cried his heart out when he was hungry or hurt, the little one that we swaddled when he was a newborn is no longer so little.