Halloween 2014

Every three days for the last 4 months, Max has changed his mind about what he was going to be for Halloween.  And in between breaths he would admonish me, "You better get sewing, Mom."  And I would try to explain that I wasn't about to start sewing a costume for a boy who couldn't make up his mind.  But both he and I knew that the closer it got to the baby's arrival, the less likely I was to sew anything at all.

Making Halloween costumes is one of the creative outlets I enjoy as a human.  Not much I do these days, is for the sole sake of my enjoyment.  That's not to say that I don't enjoy a lot of things, it's just that most of my enjoyment comes as a result of something else that I need to do.  I guess Halloween costumes fit in this category too.  But honestly, I just really, really like to make stuff.

As baby day approached, I started to doubt my costume making abilities with the newborn and told myself that it wouldn't be a big deal if I bought everyone's, though the thought did make me a little sad.

So wouldn't you know, that the afternoon of the Trunk or Treat, I was in the basement feverishly sewing and altering.  It was a little more harried than I would have liked but I finished just in time.

Max finally settled on a vampire though he was freaked out by the teeth and decided not to wear them.

Ava knew months ago that she would be a gypsy and insisted on Trick or Treating barefoot even though it was pretty chilly.

 Luke didn't know what he wanted to be.  Unbeknownst to me, Dan talked him into a football player.  I never would have encouraged that because football helmets and uniforms are expensive and I couldn't stomach the look of the one piece polyester football player costume for $25 that Dan found online.  So poor Luke, when questioned about Halloween would always say, "I wanted to be a football player but my mom wouldn't let me so I have to be a pirate."  It's kind of true, but in my defense, he picked the pirate idea all on his own.

And in the end I think he liked it.

I was pretty sure Finn wouldn't have a costume.  I didn't think he would go for wearing anything and I didn't think I'd actually have time to make anything.

But inspiration struck at the last moment when he just happened to be dressed in grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie.  Thus, the mouse was born, and he didn't really even realize that he was dressed up.

Some friends came over and we went around our neighborhood together and had a great time, while Grandma Linda and Grandpa Don, who were visiting, held down the fort and passed out candy.

And the pirate, mouse, vampire, and gypsy would all agree that it was a Happy Halloween!