Halloween exhausts me on a good year. This year, being in a transitional house, it was darn near too much. Elise insisted on doing pumpkins since she got one at her field trip to the pumpkin patch, so we compromised. I got Erin a little one also, and we let them paint.
Erin was more interested in her paint brush than the actual act of painting. Of course the child immediately got paint in her mouth, too. I swear, she keeps me on my toes!
I think Elise is going to be an artist like her Daddy. She is very particular about what colors she uses where and always wants you to draw an example for her to mimic.
I got this bib for a quarter at a garage sale before Erin was born. Money well spent. Here, she's actually tasting some of her candy.
Costumes are another reason that Halloween stresses me out. I am not crafty. Though I may pin all these adorable homemade costumes on pinterest, I've never tried them because I know they'll end up on the "pinterest fail" board. Elise saw this getup at Sam's. She wore the wig the first time she wore the costume to the Chamber of Commerce event. She cried to never wear it again, so it didn't get worn at school or trick-or-treating.
As I mentioned, costumes stress me out. So why bother if the kid doesn't know she's supposed to be dressing up? I saw this cute tutu and bow at the Fair Grove Festival and thought, "why not?" I already had the Halloween onesie that would match, and she looked just as cute as if she'd worn an actual costume--cuter probably!
Getting these two to pose together is nearly impossible. It was made even harder by the fact that Elise couldn't get that darned wig where she wanted it.
Happy Friggin' Halloween.