Can I tell you something? Come closer. Okay, now, please don't laugh at me or tell anyone I said this but: I don't like Halloween. I hate it really. I think it's a meaningless excuse to eat junk food and we all know I never need an excuse to eat. I just don't get it. The fake cobwebs, the skeleton lawn ornaments, the pumpkin-shaped lights hanging outside my neighbor's front door? It just seems unnecessary, really.
Neighbors and other parents have excitedly asked me what Noah will be for Halloween and I just sort of stare back at them and tell them we haven't decided yet except that I did decide when I graciously accepted a rooster costume from my neighbor as a loaner. I may despise this thing we are "celebrating" later this week but I am careful to make sure Noah participate in mainstream culture even his if his mother is a dorktastic party-pooping LOSER. There was no way I was going to spend thirty dollars on a costume Noah would hatefully wear for twenty minutes and never remember. I know, call me Scrooge!
I don't mind buying candy and giving it out to all the kids, in fact, I quite like this part. I just don't like the participating myself, I'd so much rather let the kids have this one. I grew up in a rural area and there wasn't much of a community feel so I never had much of a trick-or-treating experience.
When Noah is older of course I'll get excited with him and help him select a costume but this year he is only ten months old. He doesn't know what is going on, why must I subject him to this ordeal? I think he looks perfectly adorable each and every day without a costume that hinders his movements and falls in front of his eyes.
I don't know when my dislike of this distinctively American holiday came about but I suspect it wasn't long after my dad (Love you, Dad!) told me to dress up as a ROAD one year during the acne-riddled pleasantness that was middle school. As if the braces, greasy hair and general awkwardness weren't enough of a scare I had to wear all black and walk around with a yellow crepe paper line down my lumpy-pubescent body. In my current state of adultness I find this costume idea to be rather amusing and easy to assemble (read: successful) but when I had to explain a gigillion times that day what I was dressed as the novelty quickly wore away as my black turtleneck choked me with loathsome self-consciousness.
I will admit, this kind of cuteness does make me want to eat candy. Or at least lick this sweet child. He's more dietetic than peanut butter cups.
The extent of a costume when my oldest was that age was a pair of green sweats and a headband that I glued craft foam flower petals to. All of my kids have subsequently worn the green sweats. It's fun now that they're older, and we're BIG into recycling costumes, gender notwithstanding.
Posted by: FishyGirl | October 29, 2008 at 05:19 PM
It gets better as they get older but I totally agree with this age. Kiera is wearing a 3rd time hand me down giraffe costume (her sisters wore it when they were her age).
Posted by: Lindsey | October 29, 2008 at 03:43 PM
Sorry. I asked you about Halloween. That is adorable though.
Posted by: jodifur | October 29, 2008 at 01:28 PM
Ha! Junk food and a costume that is worn once! I agree! I am not alone....Whew!
Posted by: M | October 29, 2008 at 01:22 PM
I kind of feel the same way. Every year people spend a lot of money and time on costumes and I am never prepared for it. Don't even get me started on the lack of anything non-sexy for women. (I don't WANT to be a naughty nurse!) As for the candy? I FEEL you. It's horrible. tiny Kit-Kats don't stop me, I could eat 1000 of them. Gross. PLUS this year I am going to two Halloween Parties. Yeah, no costume yet. FAIL!
Posted by: Hilary | October 29, 2008 at 01:08 PM