Costume Control

I wanted to choose the perfect Halloween costumes for Emma and Ethan this year because I know that my control over this is very temporary. I would like to take advantage of the fun "twins" factor and do at least a few years of coordinating costumes. After much thought and many suggestions from my friends, I was still undecided in September. I mentioned some of the ideas to Rodney and he vetoed every one. Typical.
"Okay, then what do you want them to be?"
There was a Halloween catalogue sitting on the counter from yesterday's mail. He flipped it open and quickly turned the first few pages. His finger came down hard on a page and he said, "There. There's their costumes."
"Oh my goodness. I love it."
Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf. Perfect.

We took them to their Pappy's office to trick-or-treat, and they had their first Dum-dums since their one year shots. They were very sticky and messy. I was afraid they would ruin their costumes on their very first stop. I kept wiping their faces and trashing Dum-dums. Oh, how they cried. I felt so mean. Mimi and Pappy just kept giving them another one. What a mean mommy. What did it matter anyway if they ruined their costumes? They would still be adorable, and it would've made for cute memories in the pictures. I need to learn to loosen up a bit and be more flexible.

I am still amazed that they both kept their hoods on the whole time and weren't bothered a bit by their costumes. They were so cute. We stopped by their daddy's work to show his co-workers, then our grandparents' houses.  We finally met Rodney's cousin Mallory and her family for some real trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. Well, almost. We didn't really walk them up to any houses. We just pulled them all around in the wagon to see all of the other kids. They had already had enough candy for one day. Plus, it seemed more than a little wrong to take our little tinies up as decoys so that we could eat all the candy later. Sure, it sounded like a good plan at first...;) but we just couldn't let two other kids be turned away later because LeeAnn and Rodney have a sweet tooth.

Emma silently stared from the wagon at the parade of plastic masks and painted faces. Maybe she thought she was dreaming these visions of marching ghosts and fairy princesses. She looked to be in a dream-like state but still very much awake.  Her little red hood and cape made her look so whimsical in the breeze. Ethan was interested in all of the action too. His eyes followed every trick-or-treater out of sight. By the time we made the rounds, his head was bobbing and he kept falling to the side in the wagon. I pulled him out and carried the sweetest little big bad wolf the rest of the way home.