Pretty darn precious is the answer.
But first, let me share some Halloween trauma for you: Last year, Brynna wanted to be Scarlet O'Hara. Mostly because her cousin (who she completely looks up to in every way) gave her an outgrown Scarlet costume. I shrugged. Despite the fact that I always looked like a million bucks on Halloween as a child and paraded around town in the finest of handmade costumes, I kinda suck at the whole thing as a mom. But then, two days* before Halloween, I get a "reminder" from the school that costumes have to be characters from a book and the children have to bring said book with them.
Okay, so Scarlet is totally a character from a book, but am I really going to send my paperback with the classic bodice-ripper cover in to school with a first grader? No. So, we threw together a Pinkalicious costume at the last minute and the world went on.
This year, I thought I was sooo far ahead of the game when I rejected Brynna's idea to be Buffy the Vampire Slayer - because it had to be a character from a book. (Please note - we have Buffy books at home, but I like them all too much to send to school with a second grader and also, possibly not appropriate. Especially since they are mostly graphic novels and, well, for adults and stuff.) After much consternation, we arrived at Laura Ingalls. And I swooned. Because, How awesome!
I purchased a costume (a nice handmade one from a consignment sale - score!). However, Brynna misunderstood what "calico" is and "thought it would be prettier." No more Laura. Get that out of her closet. I hate it! Tears. Gnashing of teeth. Oookay.
|That's Brynna as Ginny, Mario, a vampire fairy, Iron Man|
Then, as it turns out, second graders don't wear costumes to school. I'm not sure what this means, as a school rule. Are we done with costumes in school? Do they only get to wear them every other year? Perhaps it was a punishment for being such a horrible grade? Who knows. All I know is, as I told Brynna, we are done with that school's hoops. Next year she can be anyone she wants. I can't believe I blew my chance at a Buffy costume.
Now - for Maren. Maren wanted to be a bumble bee. Then, she wanted to be Jessie from Toy Story. Then she wanted to be a princess. When we got out all the dress up clothes in the house on the Saturday before Halloween to find an appropriate princess that fit her, she changed her mind to want to be a ballerina.
|I am so lucky we have a nearly |
bottomless dress up trunk.
Sunday night, she sleepily said, "I wanna be a cowgirl. No ballerina. Cowgirl."
Monday morning I packed both costumes, because sometimes I learn.
Indecision. Thy name be Maren.
Anyway, last night, there were costumes, there was candy, there were friends and running and glee and laughter and McDonald's because I forgot you have to feed those munchkin things. There was fun and it was all worth it. Today my legs are sore and other people are caring for my sugar-crashing demon children and I have pwecious pictures and all is right with the world.
How was your Halloween?
*It may have been as much as a week. Who can tell. Every time I tell this story, it gets closer to the big day.
**Brynna wouldn't quit moving long enough for me to get a picture of just her. Trust me, though, that wand is so cool.