Everyone – meet Spiderman.
This was taken on 9/4 – which is when he originally got his costume. Of course, in his excitement, it had to be worn whenever possible, wherever possible, and most importantly, as often as possible.
To the Post Office. To Target. To Moe’s (they still say “what’s up, Spiderman” when we walk in – it’s like he’s Norm or something).
Here’s how it looked on Halloween Night, trick or treating at (and around) Aunt Cindy’s house:
The costume held up surprisingly well, although we clipped most of the stray threads. The bottoms of the legs are a little frayed, but they’re hidden by those absolutely stunning (and recently acquired) Super Spidey Snow Boots. In his mind, they’re just part of the ensemble. There are a few other places places where the fabric is borderline translucent from washing and wearing, but something tells me such details really don’t matter much to him.
Another milestone today – the boy has now entered the “I don’t have all my teeth” phase. He lost his first one today – here he is posing with it:
I noticed while helping him brush his teeth earlier in the day that there seemed to be a little more space between a few of them than I’d remembered, so I kind of thought that it could be happening soon. At breakfast, he kind of grimaced when he bit down into something, so Mom got a look at things – and said there’s a loose one.
We were in the car, out running errands today, and as we’re riding down the street, he announced he lost his tooth – looks like he just took it out himself. We applauded, he smiled at us, and so we were off to McDonald’s to celebrate this next milestone of growing up.
On an unrelated note, there is no better guilty pleasure than a Big Mac and Fries (especially the fries). Haven’t had either in a long time, and they tasted really, really good.
Bedtime this evening was amusing, after Mom got him all juiced up about the tooth fairy. He fought sleep valiantly, trying to catch a glimpse of this mystical being, but finally had to surrender.
Can’t wait to see him in the morning.
Third time is a charm I guess – we finally got a decent school picture of the boy:
For those who don’t remember, here’s how well he’s fared in the past. I guess we won’t have to call him Calvin now.