My grandson, aka BabyBoy (son of my daughter, aka the Spawn) just turned 9 months old last week. So far he hasn't been fazed at all by most of the Halloween decorations he's seen. He wan't a fan of a scarecrow in Party City, but that's probably because it was just so loud.
I think we're looking at the next generation of haunters!
Bonesy Bear
Helping set up the cemetery.
He actually kept grabbing the package of zipties and crawling away as fast as possible, giggling the whole time!
First pairs of Halloween socks!
Rusty checking out the first pumpkin.
Weee!
Ooooo, pumpkin guts!
They don't taste very good!
Going outside for some pics in the yard.
Happy 9 months, little guy!
Holy Cuteness overload!!!
ReplyDelete