Platypup has “words” for tons of things now. “Nona” for his sister, “dah” for dog, “duck duck gzsh” for duck duck goose, that kind of thing.
My favorite is “mnk.”
It means pumpkin.
Without further ado, our mnk photos:
It was a little heart-wrenching going to the pumpkin patch we visited with my friends’ son Caemon two years ago when Owlet was Platypup’s age. However, both Owlet and her friend “Samwise” independently and without adult direction chose to wear their Caemon shirts that day (and even had striped lower halves to complete the inexplicable matching) which was a perfect tribute to their Halloween-loving friend’s memory.
Upon learning of the concept of Jack-o-lanterns, Owlet insisted on carving her pumpkin this year. She drew the face and I did the knife work. It was pretty spectacular, as you can see.
I was Harry Potter. Owlet’s Halloween costume was a bunny suit my mom made when my sister was her age. I remember wearing it, too, and it was a lot of fun for her. Platypup wore a bird costume I made for Owlet two years ago. When he checked himself out in the mirror he laughed and laughed!
Both kids adored trick-or-treating even though Owlet only had one piece of candy and Platypup had none! (Thor and I have been devouring it… Luckily we only did a few blocks so it isn’t a huge stash.)
I adore Halloween, but I can’t quite capture the enthusiasm this holiday deserves. A few days before Halloween Owlet caught up with the age Caemon was when he died. Every day now is one more that I’ve had with her than his parents had with him.
Here he is with his dear moms almost a year before his diagnosis — two years old, fiercely cute, and loved beyond measure.
If you would like to check in on how Caemon’s parents are doing, here is their blog:
C is for Crocodile.