On Friday evening, we went to a little party thrown by our apartment complex. Luke was a little overwhelmed by it all, and I don't think he's quite grasped the concept of Halloween. He got a little water out of it, though. He made repeated requests to "sit" and to have "water"
Mostly, though, he started at the big kids running around
He did take time to prove that he's not afraid of some stupid sparkly skeleton. Paul showed it to him, and he immediately kissed it. (he's weird)
On Saturday, even though it fell right at nap time, we took Luke to Hoboken's annual Ragamuffin Parade. Before the parade got underway, he and Dad got to take a close look at one of Hoboken Engine 1's cool fire engines!
Poke!
Mostly, though, he seemed to find it all a bit overrated
Once the parade got underway, he again took a strict spectator role.
And rejected his hat time and again
What we did find out is that we should have conceived a costume that involved Mom's winter gloves and Ezra Jack Keats' Peter's Chair. He spent the better part of Friday evening and Saturday morning wearing the gloves and carrying the book around, announcing his readiness to "GO"
And he was very serious about it
And even resisted photos
Again with the seriousness
And here he is yelling at Mom to "GO OUT"
And he tried to jump start the out-going
But mostly, he was a sweet guy in a funny outfit
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