pooped out pirate

Arlo had his first dress up party today - a pirate party. He was so unimpressed by the idea of putting on his pirate outfit that I sneaked it on him. Tied the neckerchief on when he was sleeping, slipped his pirate trousers on when I changed his nappy and stuffed his waitcoat into his jacket so it was on when he arrived.

Oh and painted a moutache on him when he was having a wee snooze in the car.

I possibly took it too far.

Anyway, by the time we got into the party he didn't notice and didn't care that he looked silly, he just got down to the business of partying (a pass time he totally enjoys and is very good at - he's definitely our boy).

By the time we got home I really didn't think he'd be up for climbing the stairs, as is his new obsession, but like a good pirate walking the plank he met his fate head on and got all the way to the top on his own.

It will be weird when these little achievements don't happen anymore. It will be even more weird when the achievements we're celebrating are things like him learning to drive, or getting married though!