Caleb suffers from last child syndrome. It’s a terrible, horrible, no good syndrome that I plagued him with. It’s where the last child suffer because the parents are too tired after four previous kids to do things like update baby books or take lots of pictures or video tape his/her every move.
Keaton’s baby book is overflowing with information and photos taken almost every day of his few years of life. Caleb’s baby book? Has info about his birth day. And that’s about it. [Although Caleb did have his own blog that I made in to a book so I'm hoping to win some points there.]
We religiously had Keaton’s pictures taken professionally at 3, 6, 9, 12, and 18 months. Then at his 2-year-old birthday and every year thereafter. Caleb? He got professional pictures when he was about 3 months old. And then not again until he started preschool.
Keaton didn’t just have one Halloween costume on his first Halloween. No he had TWO. I spent a lot of time scouring catalogs and stores (cause in 1994 the internet just wasn’t like it is today) searching for the cutest costumes for my handsome boy. By Caleb’s first Halloween I was tired. I had to go costume shopping with two 3-year-olds and an 8-year-old. Nobody could make up their mind about what they wanted to be for Halloween. And I’m pretty sure there were some tears when we left the store. At least I likely had some tears. Of frustration.
So picking out a costume for a six-month-old wasn’t exactly at the top of my “fun” list. There were no catalogs. Or trips to the mall. Or even an internet search. Nope. For Caleb’s first Halloween I picked up a costume I happened upon at a thrift shop. It was an orange vest that looked like a pumpkin. And it had a little hat attached with the stem sticking up. It was nothing spectacular. But it was really cute.
And I’d show you just how cute it was. If I could find a picture. But I’ve already packed up the photo albums in anticipation of our move. [Please dear God. Bring a perspective buyer to our door with an awesome offer...or any offer at all really.] And for some reason I don’t have a photo already on my computer. So once again, Caleb is totally robbed of the spotlight. Bad mommy.