[Hello, run-on sentence. How I love you.]
Let me tell you, all that last-minute scrambling makes for some awesome gift-wrapping. Gift wrap is primarily intended to conceal contents, right? Or were my presents entered in some kind of secret wrapping contest? I thought not.
But I seriously cannot wait until Beep is about four years old and someone looks at a present I wrapped in 90 seconds flat (probably in the car) (outside their house) (as we're already 15 minutes late from stopping to buy a card) and says "Oh how cute that Beep wrapped it for me herself!"
Yes. Yes, she did.
Fortunately for Beep's photo album, though, I thought her first Halloween deserved some planning. Growing up, we always had great Halloween costumes. My parents didn't buy costumes, they made them. One year I recall my brother wanted to be a cowboy, so my mom whipped up a costume on her sewing machine, and my dad converted our Radio Flyer wagon to a Conestoga complete with canvas covering, drawstring closures, and a harness for our Sheltie dog to pull it.
The dog apparently found this to be beneath her dignity/not in her contract/she just in general did not concur with the wagon or Halloween. She was removed from her post and Owen had to resort to pulling his Conestoga himself. Resilience: The pioneer way.
So obviously, I was raised to high Halloween standards. It seemed only right that I put a similar amount of effort into my baby's first Halloween.
Behold the fruit of my labor, glue sticks, and scissors.
I'm concerned that the owl costume (complete with aviator cap and felt goggles) might be the pinnacle of Beep's Halloween costumes for her entire life, or at least until college frat parties.
But alas, life moves on and now I'm confronted with the possibility, probability, and in all likelihood the reality that I now have to top 2010's costume.
The search is on. Last year I discovered that Martha Stewart's website has the corner on great kids costumes. Let's investigate.
This one will only be done if she asks for it herself one day. And even then, it may be grudging.
We don't call this dress-up. We call it "clothes."
Oh, puhleeeese. I want my baby to play sports, not cheer from the sidelines.
(No, I'm not convinced cheerleading has the same benefits of actually being on the field.)
Child brides? Gross.
Now, these are actually cute. And this year Beep knows how to Baa like a sheep. Much like last year when she could fly noiselessly through the night.
More than a little creepy, and this baby knows it.
Again with the baby-as-food....?
This one has potential. Love it! But the feet make the costume, and there's noooo wayyyyy she could actually walk in those things.
So the hunt for the perfect DIY costume continues...
What are your kids dressing up as? Are you going to make or buy your costumes?