Swimming lessons begin and fun at the Base Halloween Party

After several more days of rainy and cloudy weather, we went off to the start of this year's swimming classes. Logan likes the 'idea' of 'school' (even though he doesn't quite
understand what it really is yet) and so by telling him that we're going
to swim school then he really gets into it. Dad prepared him by asking
him to listen to the teacher and to Daddy while in the class.
Suprisingly enough, Logan did exactly as Dad asked and did really well,
to the point that he even remembered quite a few things from last year's
classes. He reached and kicked, and blew bubbles on queue. Only the
toy time gives us a problem as Logan's sharing ability is somewhat
lacking and his need for anything other than what he has (e.g. anything
any other kid has) also causes much frustration and inner warfare within
his growing mind. Hope it doesn't have something to do with the
capitalistic and materialistic society we all live in this day and
age... and that somehow we aren't rubbing off on to him a competitive
and 'decimate all in one's path' nature. Anywho, the water was
refreshing and even warmish on the breezy day. We even spent another
couple hours swimming in the baby pool with Logan's other pals afterwards.

In the afternoon Logan got decked out in a clown outfit Grams had
brought for him. Mom then used face paints to really bring out the
little rapscallion his parents see every day. Delenn got to wear her
'little pumpkin' outfit, complete with full body onesie, hat, and bib;
all shades of orange. She was so cute and adorable that she was
practically edible, like pumpkin pie. Only what with the diaper changes
she goes through it would've probably been more like pumpkin soup.
Daddy wore his "Base Escapee" outfit, made to be like a trapped crazy
convict, much like Hannibal Lecter. On a side note, Dad had won a "best
halloween costume" award a few years ago with that outfit. The award
was a beautiful opal pendant, appraised at a few thousand dollars!
Grams wore a black cat outfit and Mom had a funny ladybug hat on.

Whew, once we were all decked out, we headed out to the Annual Base
Halloween Party at the U.S. military detachment building in town. There
they had a 'naughty' witch (as Logan calls them) who was stuck in a box
with her head sticking out. This was a bit daunting for Logan and he
pretty much stayed within several body lengths away. This was amazing
because there was candy all around her head on the box, and NOTHING
stops Logan from candy. So based upon Logan's fear of the 'naughty
witch', Daddy should've known better than to take Logan into their
haunted house! However, there were two options, the Pope tour or the
Devil tour. Needless to say, Grams and Daddy took Logan on the Pope
(tame for the little ones) tour. Yet still simply being in the dark
with strange glowing creatures lurking around was a bit much for him and
halfway through he was practically clawing his way to get off of Daddy's
arms and out of there. Afterwards we took it easy and grabbed some of
their burgers and hot dogs. Logan devoured his foot-long hot dog faster
than Daddy could bat an eye, yet he continued to maintain a death grip
on his uneaten ketchup laden foot-long bun for most of the remaining
party... except of course when candy was presented to him (and that
night it was difficult to get him down to bed as it seems the sugar high
has expectedly negative effects on his reasoning and listening
ability). Logan had fun at the party and won a cupcake with Grams when
they played in the cakewalk. And luckily Logan wasn't picked on by some
older kids that were evidently upsetting other younger tykes who were
pulling off the poor little ones' costumes. What a day, and yet it was
nothing compared to the following one...