Happy Halloween!

Dane was a really good sport last night, humoring his parents while they made him sit in a pumpkin. Are we bad parents? We filled the pumpkin with warm water so he would be comfortable. We got a few cute shots, but he wasn't too happy about it a lot of the time:

I'll probably post again later today with shots of him in his costume. It's more comfortable than a pumpkin.

I was reminiscing about the poetry group I was in my sophomore year at BYU. We had some fun times. I wrote this Halloween poem then and wanted to share it with you.
Hm. I just read through it again. I was kind of bitter. The poem isn't nearly as good as I thought it was when I wrote it. Haha, lame. That's embarrassing. It was about how Halloween went from innocent, wide-eyed fun in childhood to having an excuse to flirt and bend dress code rules in college. Here are the best lines, which I quoted from other people:
"Halloween: the day when the Medievel kids can dress up with no shame."
"The transition was smooth, so sly yet regrettable and irreversible due to social mores. 'What's a more?' 'When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie.'"
This probably makes no sense. Oh well.

Bitten

Last night, we went to a friend's house to return dishes from when they brought us dinner. They had a large dog. I gave the dog a pat on the head, asked the owner what his name was, called it by name, and went to pet it again. Then it bit me. That hurt. Here is the damage:

I couldn't get the picture to show the bite marks very well, so I took the liberty of highlighting them.
Anyway, later that night, Joel and I are reading in Philipians 3, and verse two says, "Beware of dogs." Joel just thought that was so hilarious that he read it three times, just for good measure.

In other news, Dane is cute.
Here he is, eyeing me skeptically:


Here is his contented, "I'm full" face:

And here he is, fast asleep, practicing the piano:

He seriously slept like that for an hour. He's definitely a lot of fun.

Catching Up

We finally have the internet! Hooray! There are more than a million things I want to catch everybody up on, but I'm sure no one really wants to read all those million things, so I'll see how well I can condense things.
First, I would like to present the picture they took of Dane in the hospital. I wasn't able to see it until he was over two weeks old; I laughed out loud at how much he changed. Also, my sister Rika thought that he looked like Anpanman, a Japanese cartoon character. What do you think?

Here is a brief timeline of his life.

One week old, sleeping with Daddy:

Two weeks old, enjoying tummy time:

Three weeks old, happily sleeping:

Four weeks old, meeting Daddy at the Trax station:

In some ways, the time has really flown by. In other ways, it feels like it's been forever. He's such a sweet boy. His neck is really strong already; he's holding his head up really well. We're having a lot of fun. Sometimes he doesn't want to go to bed, which is frustrating, but it's amazing to me how easily we forget the frustrating stuff and just remember how happy we are that he's here. Life is really happy. The only thing I would change is getting rid of this dang thrush. Man, it hurts.

Dane Hiro Frost

I have limited time on a computer at the library, but I've been dying to update, so here are some pictures of our new baby boy:

Okay, I'm about to run out of time on my computer, but we love him like crazy, he has a little acid reflux, we're running low on sleep, and we're having a great time. I'll update again as soon as I can (with labor stories! Hooray!)