We came up with some 'creative' costumes that involved no shopping trips, makeup or hair dye. Sure, Mitch is a cowboy for the second year in a row. And Isaac's last minute idea of going as a BYU Fan worked perfectly with his existing wardrobe (I think he was mostly looking for an excuse to wear a BYU hat to school for once). As you can see from the photo, Ethan the skeleton and Noelle the tiger are actually in sinful Store Bought costumes. I feel guilty everytime I look at them. And it wasn't me who bought them. Hub knows I have issues with that and went behind my back a couple of years ago to Walmart and came home with them. Apparently he was slightly more ashamed of our poor costume choices than I was. I just really feel like I should be the type of mother who makes her kids their own costumes. The fact that I still can't thread a sewing machine or that my kids don't really like to dress all out does nothing to extinguish my dreams of grandiose homemade attire.
Here is Noelle with a tear running down her cheek. She was very offended that we made her wear this piece of fake fur. She really thought a baby tiger had to die just so she could earn her tootsie rolls. No, the stinker just doesn't want to wear what we want her to wear. Thankfully, she got over it after the first treat plopped in her bucket and she realized that sugar was way worth the price of a baby tiger.
To finish the holiday we watched 'Ernest Scared Stupid.' Does anybody else have fond memories of Ernest P. Worrell movies?? Apparently my memories should have stayed buried as this was way too scary for my two younger boys. Great slapstick was not worth Mitchell and Ethan being scared to go to bed.
Moving on to November... the kids are in bed with threats of time changes running in their heads. Remember the good ol' days when the end of Daylight Savings Time really meant an hour extra to sleep?