I should have known I would be one of "those moms." You know, the kind that obsess about their kids halloween costumes months before they are even born. The kind that forces the whole family to dress up on Halloween for the baby's first holiday. The kind that makes her husband take about a MILLION pictures of the little guy dressed up, plus a million more with each parent, and two million of the whole family. Yes....That's me. I am one of those moms....
And I am LOVING IT!!
So, here is a small sample of my obsessive picture taking for your enjoyment.
Here we have Miles and Dad. Dad is pretending to be a hard core biker. But notice...HE doesn't have leather pants. Too bad he doesn't still have his really long hair.
And finally, the entire family. Just for fun. This was the first year I have been able to stay home and pass out candy to the little kids. I have always had to work, so I had a good time. We didn't have too many trick or treaters, but a few. And BOY, is halloween different here than in Wyoming.
Our next door neighbors have a cute 3 year old girl. She was dressed up as a hula dancer, with a little pink bikini top and real grass skirt. I laughed, thinking how the outfit would look on top of a SNOWSUIT in Wyoming. But she was adorable. There were no kids in snowboots, coats, or even jackets. Mittens and ear muffs were nowhere to be found. The kids were just out and about in their little costumes, enjoying the 78 degree weather as the sun went down. What a difference.
I started thinking about all the great halloweens we had as kids. Here are just a few of my Halloween memories.
1. Ben and Adam dressing up as Ninjas....for what seemed like the 10th year in a row. Or Cowboys. It was either one or the other. Rachel's costumes were always really "girly", and I basically dressed as whatever my mom wanted me to.2. Dad hiding with his Freddy Krueger mask on in the hallway closet. He would wait for one of his poor, unsuspecting children to open the door, then jump out and scare us.
3. Mom stealthily sneaking up on the van where her innocent children were waiting for her. She jumped up, yelling and pounding on the window so hard, we cried and cried. I still remember sobbing..."Mom!!! That was really mean! Don't do that!"
4. I dressed up as a black cat in 4th grade and was so excited to walk in the Halloween parade at school. Until I saw the pictures of me in my cute kitty costume. I realized my little white undies were peeking out from under my black leotarde. The embarrassment of my "peeking panties" still haunts me to this day.
5. We trick-or-treated in the Aspen Grove neighborhood by my Uncle Paul and Aunt Joan's house. There was a house there that ALWAYS gave out KING SIZE candy bars. This was like basically hitting the lottery when you were a kid. We begged to go there every year.
6. When we were "too old" to trick or treat, the girl cousins had fun at Aunt Kathy Atkinsons house. We dressed up as a scare-crow , or a large pumpkin and propped ourselves on the front porch. Then, when kids rang the doorbell, we would jump up and scare them, chasing them as they ran away screaming. :) We were so mean.
I thought I would make a "top ten" list....but now I am stumped. My frazzled and sleep deprived brain can only think of 6. Lets just say we always had a good time. And a big thanks to my mom for keeping us in cute costumes and taking the time to drive us around all of Evanston every year to show us off, keep us safe, and get us the best candy. Kudos to you mom!