Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly and danny.

yeah, me too.  but he’s my kid and this is our blob.  so, please endure just a few more with me.

does anyone remember halloween last year here at easycheese?  or last year?  or last year?  the year where i dressed danny in not one, not two, but three halloween costumes in one day, and fully documented each with their own post?  yeah, not so much this year.  jackie and all other first time mothers of very small children, take note:  take advantage of supreme halloween authority over your children while it lasts.  last year, db was barely irritated with me for putting him through all that.  this year, he was extremely opinionated about his costume selection, and in fact, the only reason he agreed to it at all was because he did not know it was a costume.  we started with a plush monkey suit, complete with banana in hand, curly tail, and an adorable hood that framed his angelic face.  perfect because he adores curious george, he was precious, and it would keep him warm.  he even tried it on at ‘togget,’ and actually got mad when i took it off of him.  yeah, well, the love affair ended when we brought it home and i tried to put it on him here.  of course he wasn’t dressing up in a monkey suit.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO he wasn’t.

i didn’t fight long.  it’s halloween; it’s in the bylaws that it must be fun.  wrestling my child into a suit he hates is fun for none.  plan b:  a costume he doesn’t know is a costume.  cowboy.  done.  then i just had to find the boots, and a hat he would wear at least long enough to get a picture.  that only took about three hours and trips to 7 stores.  the good news is that he’ll wear the boots until his little pigeon-toed feet outgrow them.  holy MOLY he is cute in those boots…..how he can walk (no, run) in a straight line when his feet are perpendicular to each other, i have no idea, but it is a sight to behold.  i digress.  he was a cowboy.  a poorly accessorized, poorly documented cowboy, who is not even looking at the camera.  and it’s blurry.  but let’s just call that arty, can we?  we had a bouncy castle to get to, and he’s just spotted it.

so we jumped in the bouncy castle, played games, and untrick-or-treated at danny’s school’s fall festival.  then we came home to trick-or-treat on our street.  no, it’s not particularly a kid kind of neighborhood, but we thought surely we’d find at least one or two lights on.  false.  not one house on our street was ready to treat our little woody in all his resplendent cowboyness.  good thing he had no idea what was going on, but i was disappointed.  he just wanted to see the pahteen with the ‘wight’ in it that we had lit before we left.

and just because it’s my last chance til next year, here is danny making his boots work for him in another pumpkin patch.  and that’s a wrap for halloween 2008.