I LOVE Halloween. I love the decorations. I love the candy. I love the fact that it means Fall is here and BRING ON THE COOL AIR AND THE BITEY INSECT DEATH! (Except it also means that all those horrible, hairy, eight-legged nasties will be on their way in seeking warmth, shelter, and the bottom of the "Smashin Flop". My husband got one so big yesterday that he dubbed all the guts "natural floor wax" as he was trying to scrape it up with a paper towel. I was safely positioned on the ceiling.) I especially love the costumes... Kids costumes. My wigglers are cute incarnate as it is, but couple that with something fuzzy out of a cartoon, and BOOM! Instant Death-by-cute! The neighbors won't know what hit them! I began perusing the interwebs a couple of weeks ago for the appropriate adora-armor and came across... well... you'll see.
Now, there are TONS of affordable and adorable costumes out there to choose from. (and a few that make me question whether or not Mommy and Daddy would mind if little sweet 'ums ended up on a stripper pole) Sass Monkey will most likely end up as Spiderman... or maybe a Transformer... or maybe Jake from Jake and the Neverland Pirates (note to self: teach him "What do ya do with a drunken sailor?) It changes hourly. I have yet to find a decent Godzilla costume for Sprinkles. I have this dream of one day taking a picture of her destroying a Little People City with one of the little plastic victims sticking out of her mouth. She LOVES to chew on the heads. We'll see... Until then, ENJOY!