My little lion

As I sit here on the computer, Handsome is sitting in his Daddy's lap wearing his lion costume that we got for him this weekend. To say he loves that costume would be an understatement. He picked it out at the store and carried it around all day once we got home. Today we put it on him in the morning and he roared and played with the little paws. He must keep the hat part on too. It is a must. This morning after we put it on he had to call Grandma and Granddad on the computer (Skype) so that he could show them his costume. So I forgot about the time difference and called and woke them up. They still got up to come to the computer and see him and Handsome roared his best roar and loved every minute of the extra attention. Tonight when he put it on again, we had to call Grandma and Granddad yet again.

Yesterday we went to a bounce party. DH even came so that I wouldn't have to climb everything and bounce with Handsome. Handsome had a blast! On the way to the party the whole time he was saying, "See Carter! See Sam!" Those are his best friends. The whole time we were there he would have to know where his friends were. Then he would see them and seemingly forget about them until he lost where they were again. Friendship among two year olds (or nearly two year olds) is an odd phenomenon.

I wish I had brought a camera to the bounce party. With DH there I finally would have had an opportunity to take pics, but unfortunately I completely forgot. Owen was actually big enough to climb some of the slides all by himself. He had to have encouragement, but he would get up to the top and start laughing with pride. He also found two horses to play on. One was like a bouncy ball in the shape of a horse that he could jump on. He found a green one and was rather attached for a while. Even if he wasn't sitting on it, he didn't want anyone else to sit on it either. Then he found a different horse that I'm not even sure I can explain on here. I've never really seen anything like it. It was a fuzzy horse with wheels on the bottom. If he jumped up and down while sitting on it, it moved almost like a caterpillar moves. He was on that thing forever. We'd just have to redirect him when he got too close to a wall or a baby crawling by.

And then there was the food afterward. He rarely gets sweets in our house - interpret rarely as never. He got a cupcake a the bounce party and the little boy was in heaven. They stacked the odds against him however as they put more frosting on the top than there was cake at the bottom. By the end of it his face was covered in frosting. He did pretty good at not putting it all over his shirt though.