Now that it is officially October, I can safely dig my heals into some Halloween preparations I’ve been putting off for the sake of other things going on in our lives. Lilly and I yanked the halloween box down from the attic and had a little decorating party hanging up skeletons and bats, turning on obnoxious Hallmark singing creatures, and sticking some rather lovely pumpkin stickers all over Gracie’s helmet. Bring it on, Halloween.
Once Lilly was born I was pretty hell bent on making some fabulous costumes for her upcoming trick-or-treating adventures. To say I was obsessed is an understatement. It’s literally all I could think about. Unfortunately no one was on board with my “pair of juice boxes” idea- couldn’t get Brandon and my best friend to give into that one. Seriously what would have been cuter than two little juice boxes walkin’ down the street?!
So anyway, year 1 went pretty well. So well in fact that Pottery Barn decided to jump on the lobster bandwagon and now sells this costume to the masses. It’s ok. I’m flattered. (And no, let’s get real, I was NOT the very first person to dress their baby as a lobster and pop them in a big ole’ spaghetti pot. Though I must have been one of the first…)
Year 2 was a little more exciting. We had a big reveal to share with family and friends as we announced our second pregnancy via family skeleton costumes painted by yours truly. There you are Gracie Jane! Many thanks to pinterest for your continued support in feeding my DIY addiction.
Apparently I’ve got a thing about painting skeletons…
That’s the original painted skeleton. And the love of my life. No big deal.
So Halloween has been lots of fun for us.
But, and it’s a very very small but, it’s been hard for me to think about Lilly and her first Halloween because Grace should be developmentally the same (in my perfect, imaginary world). She should be sitting up, starting to pull up and stand, babbling and cooing. She shouldn’t have cCMV, she shouldn’t be profoundly deaf, and she sure as hell shouldn’t be taking antivirals as a seven month old. But she is. And that’s ok. Screw the should’s. I’m over them.
My Mom has already hooked us up with a perfect little Giraffe costume to go with Gracie’s hearing aids- and the whole theme of her life- which will go on in two weeks. She might even need to make a costume change into a piece of sushi, a lego man, a hockey player, and an astronaut if her crazy Mom can’t make up her mind.
And Lilly chose her own costume this year, which believe it or not is even more fun than choosing it for her! I won’t give it away. But it’s perfect!
Only a few more weeks until another Halloween. And no, parents, there is no big reveal this time! (exhale)