First of all, I'd like to start by congratulating Babble's one and only Oz Spies for her brand new baby boy! As the only Babble personal blogger with a son, I admit I was rooting for some more testosterone up in this piece. Congratulations Oz and family. Ah, babies. Little teensy tiny babies. I want one. I do. Another one. It's true. But I'll get to that at a later date because this post set out to be a slideshow of sorts. Focus, Rebecca. Fo. Cus.

Okay, so last time we spoke twas the eve of Halloween. Here is Archer posing in his Rubber Ducky costume (he makes bathtime so much fun) :

Obviously, twas a family affair: 

 From left to right: Hal as Bert, Archer as Rubber Ducky and me as a crackhead clown Ernie 

Here's a little secret: when the cameras are off and the gaffers have all gone to bed, Bert and Ernie push their E B twin beds together and make babies give each other jade rock massages. 

After Halloween came a reunion of sorts with one of my oldest friends and her daughter, who is a whopping eight months younger than Archer and is so far advanced it's almost silly. She poops on the potty. She chews gum. She even complimented my makeup. Swear. Archer watched her in awe a good most of the afternoon:

They played all day long...

And it was lovely: 

Such a trip to get together with an (old) friend in our old neighborhood with our (new) kids. How the hell did that happen? Seriously. Crazytown USA...

Later in the week there was the tantrum at the Self Realization Fellowship Botanical Gardens. Nothing says meditation like a screaming child being dragged out by his ankles. (Yeah. That wasn't fun.)

Then there were the pigeons. Chasing them was cute at first until Archer figured out a way to bribe them with some left-over day-old bagel, only to trap them and throw sand in their eyes. The animal activist inside of me winced until I remembered that pigeons kind of suck. 

Good times were had by all, though, I must say. Life is good. Hope everyone's Halloween was spooky-awesome..

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