Tuesday, July 27, 2010
So as I sit here uncomfortably on the couch, with a mountain of I-can't-seem-to-kick-this-cold dirty tissues piled ceiling high next to me, I wondered to myself ..."what could I possibly blog about?".
I opened up my Flickr account, skimmed through the pictures, and then came across a set that somehow never made it into a post.
October 31st, 2009.
Really? I didn't blog about Halloween?
Well. Since I've got nothing better to do (other than pick up the 900 books that kids pulled off of the bookshelf and littered the living room floor with), and I'm trying to take my mind off of these probably-aren't-productive contractions, I think I'll share this photo set with you...
Eleanore had requested to dress up as Tinkerbell. At the time, she had been watching the movie over and over again, so who was I to tell her no.
I made a big poofy tutu dress out of green and yellow tulle. I made her a pair of wings out of some bending wire and knee highs. A splash of glitter here, a strand of ribbon there.
But of course, putting the costume on her, watching it all come to life, was my very favorite part.
I made Charlie's costume too, can you guess what he was?
Well he was supposed to be Peter Pan. But... I think he looked more like Robin Hood. Oh same thing, right? Thank you.
I think at that point, Charlie was still recovering from his battle with swine flu/pneumonia, and wouldn't sit in the stroller. He wanted to be carried the entire way, and by nobody other than me.
So thats exactly what I did. For the entire 2 or 3 miles of our candy collecting. I spoiled him with my hip.
(Peter Pan doesn't have a feather in his hat, does he? Dangit.)
I love this picture of Christopher stopping to adjust Eleanore's wing strap.
Oh, can you tell who Christopher is?
Well he was my Rock Of Love, of course.
Heeeee. Look at little Charlie's face, as he goes for a handful of Sister's tutu dress. Sneaky sneaky, little man.
I know I could have saved these for a Flashback to be more fitting, but- as soon as layed eyes on the pictures, I was just all too anxious.
Oh, and I was a cat, by the way. I don't know any cats that wear bow ties, but... meow?