Terror has a new name.

And it’s name is Lala. Since she has become a bi-ped she has acclimated to her mobility like a champ. Not so much us. We find ourselves constantly chasing her and taking stuff away from her, and she not only voices her discontent with us, but does this very rude guttural grunt sounding like “Ehhhhh!”.  She has become something of what most would call a brat.

She isn’t always a brat though. She still sweet as spring for the most part, but she is at the age, or at some age, where she is throwing tantrums now. She turns 11 months tomorrow and I have no idea if she is early or right on time, but either way she is little miss tantrum now. She is the greatest though. She gives kisses. She shares her food with the dog, in fact she loves our dog Ozo. She is always calling for him and he actually comes sometimes.

Today we went and picked out some pumpkins for Halloween next week. One of the pumpkins had a little hole in it and on the way home we found her sticking her finger in the hole and then putting her finger in her mouth to taste. What’s wrong with kids?

So Lala is going to be Betty Boop for Halloween. Pretty boring to me. Especially after her summer of dressing up like Frida Kahlo, a Zombie and last week Cheech and Chong. OK so I was Chong and she was Cheech. We did a little photoshoot cuz my wife thought it would be funny. She ended up taking one of the pics where I’m decked out in a wig and a chong type of shirt, holding her dressed like cheech and she has a giant cigar in her mouth, and making Halloween cards that said “have a smokin’ halloween”. Then she sent them to my family. I love that woman.

I think Lala said papa yesterday. She looked at me and said it and I said what did you say and she repeated it, but she has been greedy with it ever since.