It's hard to imagine how damn cute Hollis is. No matter what I put on him, no matter what I do to him he is utterly, achingly cute. I am surely biased, but no other chubby little baby does it for me like he does. I have, literally, hundreds, maybe even thousands of pictures of him doing cute things. Above is today's daily cuteness.
We went to Lady Bird Johnson's Wildflower Center's Goblins in the Garden. It's really a pre-Halloween event for bigger kids, but I thought it'd be fun to take Hollis in his costume anyway since we won't be trick-or-treating (too young for that, too). Anthony's in Dallas for work again, so mom and Terry came with me. We got there 15 minutes after it opened and had to park on the street due to a full parking lot already - crazy!
Hollis was a champ in his costume and just stared and stared at all the little butterflies, Spidermen, and Draculas running around. It didn't even occur to me to take a picture of any of the other kids. Why would I when I have The World's Cutest Baby in my arms, right??
Last weekend we went to a pumpkin patch where Hollis decided to walk while only holding onto my fingers (up until then he'd had no interest in that). We were all thrilled. He toddled around from one bunch of pumpkins to another - did you know they make some funky-ass pumpkins these days? Pumpkins with bumps and lumps and weird shit on them. - Unfortunately, I have no photos of those Pumpkin-steins - Anyway, Hollis busted out his cuteness then, too.
Here he is posing with blue pumpkins:
Now a bit of a non-sequitur: When I was giving him a bath tonight I was looking at his little pudgy belly and jiggly chops and I tried to imagine him as a fully grown man; broad shoulders, hairy, deep voice, taller than me. It made me want to cry for the wonder of it all. How do we ever go from such pure innocence to the adults that we are today? The sweet simplicity of a bundle of needs and pure love to emotionally defunct and injured adults. I understand more and more the idea that people had to make sense of this loss of innocence. How they ever came up with "original sin" is completely beyond me. There is truly nothing more innocent than a child... of virtually any age. I guess people just wanted an excuse to be able to treat their baby as if it were an adult that knew what was going on or something (??).
Ok, back to the cute Halloween stuff, last year, he was a lobster. Unable to do anything but eat, sleep, and poop he wore it Halloween night for about 15 minutes while friends held him and we took pictures. I was so cracked up I could hardly stand it. Isn't this hilarious? I wonder what other wonderful costumes I have to look forward to. French fries, pirates, fairies, an apple.
He's still gonna be the cutest damn kid on the planet - well, maybe one of two of the cutest once #2 makes his or her entrance (and no, I'm not pregnant, but I do plan on one sometime in the near future).
Here's one more (sickeningly) cute picture from his birthday.
You're welcome, world! I've done my part to make it better today!