If you don't... I'll lock you in Davy Jones' locker!

The power went to his head. All night we heard various refrains of "If you don't [insert action here] I'll lock you in Davy Jones' locker!"

For example:
If you don't stop at this stoplight, I'll lock you in Davy Jones' locker.

If you don't stop singing, I'll lock you in Davy Jones' locker.

If you kiss Mommy again, I'll lock you in Davy Jones' locker.

He doesn't look power hungry, but don't let it fool you. ;)

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KayTar on the other hand, was fairly clueless about everything except her costume. She has found her True Love in the form of a pirate dress. She had a big day yesterday, with double doctor appointment and only caught a 30 minute nap on the way home from downtown. She zonked out in the car on the way home from the festival and she slept through me putting on her pajama bottoms, but as soon as I started taking off the dress, she startled awake. "Pirate dress up! Pirate dress up! No sweep clothes!" So we compromised on letting her cuddle the dress to sleep in her crib. This morning she woke in a panic because she couldn't find it. I have a feeling Pirate KayTar will be a frequent visitor at our home. But she's so cute, we'll let her stay as long as she likes.

"Ck or Treat, 'curvy dogs!"
Yeah, sometimes I do take advantage of the whole parroting thing. ;)

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The appointments well. The doctor thing is starting to wear on her again, though. Monday we had an in town playdate and all the way down the main street, she kept saying "Bye doctors! Bye town! BYE! BYE!" I kept telling her we were just there for fun this time. When we got to the hospital yesterday, she started saying, "Don't want to." repeatedly in a tiny, sad voice. The ophtho said her eyeballs look fine, so she basically turfed us back to neuro. Always nice to have a wasted appointment. At the pediatrician's, we found that she's grown half a pound in two months, so we get to hold off on another appointment until she is three. Hooray! Our lovely pediatrician also let us hold off on a flu shot, because KayTar is starting to show doctor anxiety again. We thought a nice painless appointment was in order. Monday I have to go to town (as KayTar calls it) again for her ABR and GI x-rays, so we'll swing by the pediatrician's too for a quick flu shot. Monday will do nothing to help her anxiety levels. I think the ABR is probably the most stressful test for both of us. She just handles that form of sedation so poorly. But we'll try and make it as painless as possible for her.

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KayTar scared Josh to death yesterday. He was in her room with her and she was crying. He called me with panic in his voice, so I went to see what was wrong. His thumb was wet.

J: Look at this! What color is it?

K: Yellow?

J: Yes. She just cried YELLOW TEARS! What the--

K: Hon, they put dye in her eyes today at her appointment, it is just leftover from that.

J: Oh my God. I thought "Good God, she's crying yellow tears. Another thing is wrong?! We're gonna have to go to the hospital..."

K: Yeah, it is just leftover dye. She's fine.

J: Wow.

K: She got you good. Happy Halloween.

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If you missed the slideshow I posted last night, check it out. It's packed to the brim with cuteness.

See?