Tonight I'm marveling at how much I've gotten done today. Worked, picked up the boys from my mom's house, threw in laundry, wrote part of a paper, bathed the boys, sat with the boys through old school Donald Duck, and did some reading. I've had so much time tonight, that I've let my mind wander toward the next few months...Kale's birthday, Halloween, Logan's birthday, Thanksgiving, then Christmas. This may just be the last night in the next five months that I will have a minute to breath....hmmm....a bit daunting. In thinking about holidays, specifically Halloween as it's the first one to arrive, something very important struck me. I simply had to write.

New mom's especially--get a pen and jot this down--you will not remember this and it really could be detrimental. Ready? OK.

Your child's first Halloween costume may just set the tone for his life.

Give it a minute and let it sink in.

Case in point: Logan my little monkey. Sweet, silly loves to climb, hang and screech in laughter. He is lovable and sensitve and once he did even eat poo (dog poo--accidentally of course), and I know you were thinking it because you too saw that naughty little chimp wipe his bootie and lick it then fall off the tree.

Now to Kale: My little Chili Pepper. Kale is as hot and spicy as they come. He lives with the passion that so many of us lack. His intensity far exceeds a simple bell or poblano....he's a habanero in every way. He makes me melt when he take his little chubby hand and touches my cheek so gently in the early morning, and gets my blood boiling when he looks me dead in the eye and gives "May-theee" (Mason, our dog) his spaghetti dinner as I'm warning him not to even think about it.

So the moral is this: stick with honey bees and little lambs and leave the peeees in the pod and the adorable devil on the rack.

Just in case.