Trick or Treat; smell my feet; give me something good to eat.

I remember being a freshman in high school and throwing a costume together last minute to go trick-or-treating. We were probably way too old at that point to go knocking door to door asking for candy. But, I inherited my mom’s sweet tooth, and if people are giving away free Milky Way bars, Butterfingers, and small boxes of Nerds, age is irrelevant. That’s what a good disguise if for anyway. Duh!

And even though Jake won’t even be 10 months old when Halloween rolls around, I’m thinking he’s my ticket to getting free candy again. I figure I have at least 13-15 years to go of this. Nevermind the fact that when he’s eleven he probably won’t want his mom walking with him house to house. But I’ll just tell him that Halloween is the most dangerous night ever and he can’t go with his friends. Then I’ll tell him that I have to check all his candy for razor blades or poison; therefore I have to taste everything in his bag. I’m just watching out for him, protecting my child from the crazies out there. (I’ll let him learn on his own that the razor blade in the apple story was an urban legend and isn’t even true.) 

So, all this to say, I’m pretty stoked about Halloween. I’m still not sure what Jake will go as. I’ve been looking at costumes and nothing has quite stood out as the one yet. We thought about dressing him as Benjamin Franklin. A diaper placed sideways on a babies head looks just like a white wig. Then we thought about a hippie. I could make him some bell-bottom pants and a big collared shirt. We could find him a long haired wig. Or, there’s always the Gangsta option, but frankly I can’t bare the thought of it. I asked Jake what he wanted to go as, but he just answered “Mamama and Bababa.” I’m not sure if that means he wants to go as me, a bottle, or a sheep. 

A few weeks ago I was at a consignment sale and stumbled across a super soft and cuddly Halloween outfit that I had to get. I don’t know that we will use if for Halloween, but sometimes I just like to put it on Jake and roll on the floor laughing. Then I squeeze him and bite his cheeks. 

Here’s a sneak peek of the costume. Is it bad that I can’t get the “Puff the Magic Dragon” scene from Meet The Parents out of my head? 

 

 

 

 

 

I must confess that I had to let him play with the remote control just to get him to sit still long enough for a few pictures. Then he said, ”Mom, seriously. Get this off me. It’s like 80 degrees outside.”