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Max the Lion


For Max's first Halloween, Katie and I had some difficulty agreeing on a costume. My only absolute requirement was that it had to be a mammal. (Cute and furry was just too irresistible for me.) Katie was fonder overall with lobster or frog or one of a variety of invertebrates but relented to my one request. Of the mammals, the lion with the colorful mane was my favorite as well. Katie initially resisted, but eventually bowed to my enthusiasm.
It turned out to be a somewhat controversial decision. My sisters in particular thought it was a poor choice. I still think it was a winner. Look how cute:
Then we took Max to our next door neighbors and across the street to let him show off his cuteness.
At the last stop, he showed off his highly advanced grabbing capabilities.

Step one: See the candy.
Step two: Grab the candy.
Step three: Put candy in mouth.
Step four: Throw candy on the floor. (It doesn't taste so good with the wrapper still on, anyway.)

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  1. My favorite is the picture where he is standing & holding his hand to his mouth. For some reason, his feet are so cute in that shot! It seems like he enjoyed it too! Happy November & hope you guys are getting more sleep now.

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  2. I still maintain that if you asked people to guess what he is they wouldn't come up with lion...

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  3. We're getting lots more sleep! It's very nice. And I really don't see what else the costume could be. What other animal has a mane?

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