I knew that it would eventually happen. I know kids get older and that things get weird. . . . . .
at least for me. I was hoping that it wouldn't happen this soon!
What am I talking about?
One of my favorite family traditions is languishing. Dying, I tell you. Ever since my son was a baby we've dressed for Halloween as a family. Sometimes we go with a theme from whatever movie was the blockbuster kid's hit that summer. We were Vikings the year that How to Train Your Dragon came out. We were pirates one of the years that Pirates of the Caribbean came out. We've been the gang from Scooby-doo.
We've been characters from Shrek. We've been cowboys and robots, army guys and princesses. We've even been mad scientists and our creation.
I thrive when it comes to creating costumes. I try to get the details perfect down to every last little detail. I usually nail the costumes. Halloween is one of the main times that the fashion major inside me gets to come out and play.
I suppose that I should be thankful that it happened in the year that I broke my hand. It would be very hard for me to sew or create anything right now anyway, so that takes the pressure off of me trying to make spectacular costumes one-handed.
Even though my son is only eleven, it seems that he is sliding into that phase when kids do the least possible costuming that they can get away with to still be able to go to people's doors and ask for candy.
Make no mistake. . . . . . . . .he still wants the candy!
He's just too embarrassed to still dress up with his mom and dad and little sister.
Excuse me now. I need to go blow my nose in a Twix wrapper. Or a Hershey's wrapper of some sort.
You could possibly make me fell better by stopping by my blog. . .
Thanks for listening! Do your kids dress up for Halloween still? How old are they?