11.03.05 - 5:09 pm

i turned the shower off, pulled back the curtain and looked toward the bathroom door. hanging on the hook, a gray sweatshirt hoodie, made for a tiny little person.

i love finding little things like that. im sure ive already mentioned that somewhere, but i love finding toys hes left around the house.
his little plastic frankenstein heads.
i enjoy finding his tiny little dinosaur jammies on the floor under my bed.
or his rows of random gadgets or trinkets that he finds fascinating and lays out on my carpet.

his halloween this year involved laying seige to an elderly utopia.

billy idol and a nintendo gun wielding cowgirl. a guy dressed like a dad and a
monkey with cerebral palsy dressed in a skeleton outfit....my son.

it was warm. but wet. and got progressively wetter. each door that was opened from 830 to 930 pm was opened with sudden distaste. after immediately opening the door and seeing two grown kids standing there holding out bags the snarls quickly
faded once the little three foot tall skeleton came into view. horrendously distracted, he was usually
playing with some doorstep figurine, staring at some bushes or demanding to go back and see the "scary man house". when tweety and slyvester opened the door, ashton was immediately fixated on "the rabbit", apparently thats what the cat costume looked like to him.
nearly every old person who handed him candy had to help him put the pieces in his little pumpkin. his fingers, unable to find their locations in his skeleton gloves, formed a crude flipper of sorts, and he struggled tirelessly to grasp the candy. finding a particularly interesting candy, he would hold it up to the people, and ask them to open his candy for him.

on the walk back to the car, a game he became fond of involved riding on my shoulders and allowing me to drag him through the sagging branches of trees....soaked in rain. of course he ended up saturated, but laughed and over dramatized each tree every time.

that night, around 3 am, he started to awake, and i picked him out of his bed to quickly change his diaper. dead asleep, with eyes closed, he seemingly coherantly demanded candy.

"ashton, youre asleep, you dont want candy."
"i want my candy."

he fell back asleep very quickly.

there was something else i wanted to write down, but cant think of it at the moment....hold please.