these days the sound of clement practicing his five month coos, or claude humming his abc's starts the mornings super early, while the moon is still in the sky. the two misters then continue their brotherly antics (and shared dislike of daytime naps) 'til the nova scotian sun starts to set and sleep finally beckons.
to toast the eve of halloween today we dressed up ready for a spooky party held at cc's pa's work. cc asked to go dressed as an autumn tree. 'one with red leaves that say swoosh' he said, adding 'I need to be a man tree and wear a moustache'. and so he was the most handsome, moustached tree that ever was...though clement's tiny hands couldn't resist tugging off a leaf or two.
happy halloween eve.