Two for the Show

You gotta love Halloween.  When else is it appropriate to dress your 5-month-old in a spandex bell-bottomed body suit with faux sequins? 

Booyah!  How do you like me now?

Truly, Dex was a wonderful sport.  The Elvis costume was obviously for the amusement of Conor and myself -- solely and completely.  And yet darling Dex patiently let us style his hair and squeeze him into the white pantsuit.  No fussing, no complaining.  What a trooper.  Or should I say...a hunka hunka burnin' love?

Whatever floats your boat, Mom and Dad.

As for Fionny, this year was his first to insist -- insist -- on a particular costume.  "I wanna be Cookie Monster, Mama!" he declared a few weeks ago.  Since the desire remained consistent over the course of the next week, we decided to bite the bullet and invest in the furry blue costume. (Btw, check back to the blog in 2016 to see Deaglan as Cookie Monster).  Fionn really wanted Dex to be a cookie which would have been adorable.  I promise I tried to make it happen.  But, folks, the only real option was this DIY project involving me and a needle and thread.  Not gonna happen.  Fionny was disappointed, but he got over it (Hey, life is full of disappointments!).  Anyway, here's our Cookie Monster hanging out with a few neighbor friends on the porch before we headed out for some trick-or-treating.  Oh, isn't the excitement just palpable?

Leopard, mouse, elephant, Monster

And here's a quick pic of our friend, Naima, whose family also trick-or-treated with us -- all decked out in her bee costume.  Isn't she just delicious?

My dear friend, Corrie Mack, also joined us that night which was just the icing on the cake.  She held Dex the entire time we were trick-or-treating so we were able to concentrate on our little monster.  And, oh, Fionn was having the time of his life, folks.  All I remember is a flash of bright blue as our excited son ran from one house to another yelling, "Trick or Treat!  Halloween!  Tank you!" or some derivation of this.

However, the only thing Fionny loved more than trick-or-treating himself was handing out the candy once we got back home.  He was just in hog heaven, digging his little hand into the candy bowl and bestowing a treat (or eight) upon each and every person who graced our porch.  Pure joy.  

Sometimes parenting is for the birds, but on Halloween...on Halloween, it's pretty much the best game in town.

Until next time...