rodents on parade

On Sunday, we participated in Warrenton's Pet and People Parade. It was a great time and we won a whopping second place prize of $15 for our costumes.

Just think...if I could find about seven more contests for us to enter and win, I could recoup what the materials cost for these outfits.

Logan was excited to dress up and insisted on being addressed only as Mickey while he was in costume.

But when we got in the van to head over to the parade, he realized there was a drawback to dressing as his favorite rodent.

"I CAN'T SUCK MY THUMB!" he yelled, holding out his puffy white glove-encased hands.

Hmm. Maybe I can find a use for these gloves once Halloween's over.

mama's costume, part dos

I'm almost finished with this costume.

Need a reminder as to why I'm making it?

Because I need the assurance that someday my kid will leave me for dead in the crappiest nursing home around.

It's waaay too big, so I'll either alter it or eat one gooey butter cake per day between now and the 31st.

The first option sounds like too much work, so I'd better go preheat the oven.

Like how I managed to sneak Bud into the picture? Think of it as a fringe benefit - or not. He's been looking extra rough lately.

Any other grown-folk out there dressing up for Halloween or am I the only dork around?

mama's costume, part uno

I'm laying odds that someday my ungrateful child will drop me off at a substandard nursing home without a backward glance.

And golly, do I love me some Halloween. Always have.

So I'm making the best of these two definitives by whipping myself up a costume so that I can actively accompany the boy this year when he trick-or-treats.

If I'm still feeling motivated once I've finished my outfit, I'll make one for Todd, too.

Logan will probably be delighted. But in 10 years when I whip out the pictures, that delight will be replaced by horror and mortification.

As a result, I'll be doing him a favor. He won't feel one bit guilty about taking advantage of the two-for-one special when he parks us at the Heaven Bound Nursing Facility.

This weekend, I finished the first piece of my costume. Can you guess what the finished product's going to be?



Heck, no, I'm not going to model them for you. Actually, I tried, but in the picture, it's hard to tell where the bloomers stop and my white, spindly legs begin.