I'd like you to meet Decaf the Bat. I decided to name him Decaf because he looks like he could use a little. (If you have a "Howlerific Halloween" post, click on Decaf and add it to the link-up.)
I’m so excited for Quinn’s first Halloween. I got all into it this year – more so than I thought I would. At first, I wasn’t going to get him a costume at all. I just bought him some festive skull-and-crossbones jammies and called it good. But then I saw this adorable giraffe costume… and we have the whole giraffe theme going on in Q’s nursery… and I just couldn’t resist. So I bought it, and now Q is the cutest giraffe ever.
On Thursday, Quinn and I went with our mommy and baby friends to a pumpkin patch. It was a gorgeous fall day in northern California, not at all the like the Halloweens I remember as a kid in Michigan, wearing my winter coat over my costume.
Here are all the ladies and their babies. In addition to Quinn, the giraffe, we have a football, a skeleton, a pea-in-a-pod and a ballerina.
We tried to get a nice photo of all the babies in their costumes, but that proved to be a challenge. What happened to the days when they would just lie there and chill while we snapped a zillion pictures?
Of course, the first thing my son does is pick hay up off the ground and put it in his mouth. Awesome. I didn’t think giraffes ate hay, but apparently mine does. (You may recognize that sweet little pea-in-a-pod as Q’s girlfriend. Too cute!)
Here we are in front of the biggest pile of pumpkins I’ve ever seen. I know I’m a tad biased, but I think Quinn’s smile could melt the ice caps.
On Saturday, we did a little photo shoot in our backyard. Here is Quinn in his cute, comfy skull-and-crossbones jammies next to his giant pumpkin (before I carved it).
Here’s Q trying to eat the stem of the pumpkin.
A frame-worthy fall family photo.
Here, I’m using a Dremel to carve Quinn’s first Halloween pumpkin. I felt pretty bad ass using a manly power tool for such a job. Then I used girly tools for the finishing touches – nail cuticle trimmers.
Here’s the final product. You can see some toothpicks were required to hold it up since it’s pretty delicate. (For the design, I slightly modified a photo I found here.)
It looks better in the dark.
Tonight, we’re going over to visit our niece and nephews before they go trick-or-treating and get some pictures of all the kids in their costumes. Then it’s back home to pass out candy. Hopefully we’ll get some more good pics for this week’s Not-So-Wordy-Wednesday.
Blast from Halloweens Past
I’ve always loved Halloween. When I was a little girl, my dad would make sure our house was the scary house on the street. He made grave stones in the front yard that bore the names of neighborhood kids, and we’d rake up leaves in front of each stone so it looked like fresh dirt. He’d make a gigantic scary zombie and tie it to our chimney so it hung down the side of the house. There was a spooky witch in the front window whose eyes glowed red. Dad would make ghosts and hang them from the tree in our yard. He’d hang my bike from the tree, too, so it looked like one of the ghosts was riding it through the air. Some years, we even had scary music playing. The house was so done up, some kids were too scared to come to the door. It was awesome.
My mom and I dressed up as witches one year. I think I was in third grade. Gotta love our 80’s hair.
This picture is from my little brother’s first Halloween. Isn’t he adorable in his little pumpkin outfit? Even though it was 1990, I still clung to my 80’s bangs and giant earrings. Even vampires need to be fashionable.
Here are my brother and me again a couple years later, carving a huge pumpkin on the kitchen floor.
Super fast forward to 2008. Here we have the Hubs and myself dressed as Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife, Beth Chapman. I love these costumes! If you’ve seen the show, you know Beth has a gigantic bosom. So we bought the biggest bra we could find and stuffed it full of Halloween candy. We thought we were quite funny as we headed off to a party at our friends’ house… until we realized most of the people at the party didn’t watch a lot of TV, had never heard of Dog the Bounty Hunter and had no idea who we were. We spent the whole night explaining our ridiculous get-ups. I’m pretty sure everyone just thought I dressed up as a hooker.
Hope you all have a safe and happy Halloween!
