I am hoping that the happy childhood memories that my kids will have to share with their own kids one day will be just exchange for the therapy they will likely need in the future. I might make my kids a little anxious, which is to be expected, since I find my own antics riddled with anxiety.
I would say Happy Halloween, but it's not Halloween yet, and this isn't a Halloween post. Well it is, but not really. It's more of a pre-Halloween post, or Halloween 1.0, if you will. So yes, Little Sir will tell you, he was "not a robot for Halloween this year. No, he and his brother will be sporting a duo costume-thing this year. I was planning to make the costumes, because, you may have caught on to this, I am insane. The boys both need dress jackets for their real Halloween costumes, and various circumstances crashed into a perfect storm of inability. 1) We are packing out our house, half of my sewing stuff, it's in storage and not accessible. 2) I kind of waited to the last minute to even attempt to sew, not one but, two dress jackets. 3) My one experience sewing an article of clothing was Halloween two years ago, while the results were passable, I would not have called it an outright success. 4) I don't really sew clothes; and, by "don't really" I mean, I don't.
So I ordered the costumes. Pride comes before the fall, or whatever. I am not going to be a martyr for the cause (or so I thought). I told myself, "hey self, let's make it easy this year, let's just buy the costumes!" And so I did...and they are scheduled to arrive this afternoon, which, you know, awesome, two days before Halloween. Too bad the Halloween parade at school was this morning.
No problem, SupermomNova to the rescue. So you know how we are moving and packing up our house, a side benefit of this situation is having eleventy bajillion boxes of varying shapes and sizes at our disposal for the obvious (that would be packing) and other creative things. So um, yeah, robots. Or rather, Anderdroid 1.o.
I am not going to lie, Little Mister, was not enamored of the costume once he realized his mobility would be hampered. He wore it for two minutes. Does two hours of crafting in exchange for two minutes of of cuteness seem balanced to you? I guess I will just have to take Little Sir's enthusiasm for my creativity (and well, awesomeness, really) and be happy with it. Which, yes, I can do that.