Halloween is a tricky holiday for parents.
You tell your kids not to eat candy from strangers, except on the one day a year when we actually ask strangers for candy. And then there’s the costumes. Buy one too early and you risk having to return it once your kid changes his mind for the 5th time, wait too long and you’ll be stuff with the reject costumes.
You’re basically screwed either way.
And there’s the impossible task of getting a costume for a 3 month old. Have you seen those things? They’re all plush and long sleeved. Poor Cam would sweat his butt off.
For the last two years Cooper cried when I put on his Halloween costume and begged me to take it off. This year he knew what he wanted to be (a T-Rex) 3 months early and talked about it on a daily basis to everyone. Anytime someone came in the house he’d blurt out “t-rex cosume!” and they’d instantly look at me, waiting for an explanation. He was the proudest dino I ever saw.
And there’s the impossible task of getting a costume for a 3 month old. Have you seen those things? They’re all plush and long sleeved. Poor Cam would sweat his butt off. I initially felt bad about not getting him a real costume, but then I came to my senses because who has time for that, and put him in his dino pjs. Done and done!
Once the costumes were secured, we had some family over for a pumpkin carving party (which Cooper wanted nothing to do with). Then a few days later, we did a test run at the trunk-or-treat at my sister’s school. AND THEN was the real thing. Cooper was very much into it this year and was constantly at the head of the pack.
Pictures comin’ at cha in 3…2…1…
When my stepdad saw my shorts he told my mom “man, those shorts are really unflattering!” like they were part of my regular wardrobe. Ha! What do you think? Can we get the mom shorts to make a comeback?
This was a hard month. Cameron started crying a a few weeks ago and hasn’t stopped since. He’s only content when he’s held and is constantly gassy and spitting up. We’re trying to figure out a solution to help ease his discomfort, but nothing has worked yet. We’re operating on very little sleep and just trying to take it minute by minute.
On the brighter side, Cooper is still obsessed with his brother and gives him kisses all day. He is always asking when the baby will be big enough to play with him and I always tell him too soon.