Courtney is correct, walking into the house on Friday I was shocked by the volume of costumed children crawling, screaming and chewing on the furniture (and each other). I survived the party, and the 250-300 trick-or-treaters (a kid dressed as a whoopie cushion handily defeated all others) only to fall victim to political sign theft.
Speaking of costumes, Elliott's outfits tend to range from the adorable to the comical. The outfit above included striped stockings and cotton ball accents. The bow in the hair is the "crowning" touch. 
What a pretty bow, Elliott loved the bow. Courtney tells me the outfit is the product of a French designer. If there is one thing those smelly-cheese-eating-socialist-surrender monkeys do better than throw up their hands at the first hint of aggression, its fashion design for toddlers. 
I just have to post these two pictures of my lovely daughter. She is such a big girl!
This morning I woke at first light and played dog-care roulette with Courtney, a game that involves pretending to sleep until the other person finally gets up (the loser) and cares for all five animals. I lost this morning, and on my way down stairs with the dogs, I heard Elliott cooing in her crib. Elliott greeted me with a smile, kicking an laughing as I lifted her from the crib. That was about the time I noticed the smell. Elliott's diaper was full, I mean loaded with her stinky "potty business". As I changed her diaper, Courtney walked by and asked that I retain the diaper until she had the opportunity to inspect Elliott's performance. I obliged Courtney's wish, but that meant she got to clean and re-diaper the child. Courtney later explained that she wanted to check if it was green, which I could have easily relayed to her by sworn statement if necessary. Saving a "Turd Ferguson" is just gross. Sorry, to discuss poop, but it wouldn't be a Daddy post without scatological humor. Poop.
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I just laughed out loud. Hilarious post.
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