This afternoon Tage fell on the porch and bit a nasty gash in his tongue. It looks horrible (we tried several times to get a picture, but we couldn’t get one that showed the true horrible-ness — it’s about a centimeter wide and it gapes like an actual wound when he sticks out his tongue), but after an hour or so passed, it didn’t seem to bother him anymore. It bothers the hell out of Lydia and her friend Ingrid, who’s spending the night, though. As soon as he realized that they were grossed out by the sight, he started chasing them around and sticking his tongue out at them, dissolving in peals of laughter when they screamed and ran away. There’s nothing quite like the sadism of a toddler.

Lydia and Ingrid have been keyed up all evening long in anticipation of the Big Blowout Halloween Party that is finally happening tomorrow night. They did a fairly good job of cleaning up the Big Room then decorated their little hearts out for a couple of hours. Ingrid got so into the spirit of things that she went upstairs and put on her Spiderman costume and has been wearing it ever since.