Any of you who know my husband know that he is not a fan of Halloween. Its one of those holidays that he could truly do without, which normally means nothing to me except for the fact that THIS Halloween, we have a BABY! I mean, what is Halloween if its not an excuse for making your children look ridiculous and stocking up on photos to use for blackmail at a later date?
In order to pick the most appropriate (read: demeaning) costume for Roman’s first Halloween, I enlisted the help of my closest girlfriends (Rhonda, Erin and Janpeg) as well as my mother, who is the real conspirator behind these events. After rejecting an owl, turtle and air freshener costume (seriously), we settled on a cow. I mean, its black and white, chubby and adorable. Just SCREAMS Roman J
As luck would have it, Roman’s Gymboree class threw a Pumpkin Patch Party, which is apparently the politically correct way to refer to Halloween now. For $15, you can take your kid to a party with other kids he doesn’t know and climb on toys in your outfit while parents take pictures and compare their kids to others. You know I was in.
The party was completely for the parents, but Roman was a champ. He let mommy and daddy take all kinds of pictures and even let Nana blow bubbles in his face before he realized how hot and annoyed he was in the fleece outfit in Atlanta’s Indian summer. Then – the tears…..
As you can see from the picture, the tears only served to make this event even more comical to all involved, including his father (who after a little prodding was willing to admit that his son in a cow outfit was hilarious and well worth celebrating a pagan holiday for an hour). In the end, we took the hat off and let him freestyle in the extra-hot onesie with all the other kids who lost parts of their digs. I can’t say that it was as much fun without the ears, but I think it gave him a bit of his dignity back.
In order to pick the most appropriate (read: demeaning) costume for Roman’s first Halloween, I enlisted the help of my closest girlfriends (Rhonda, Erin and Janpeg) as well as my mother, who is the real conspirator behind these events. After rejecting an owl, turtle and air freshener costume (seriously), we settled on a cow. I mean, its black and white, chubby and adorable. Just SCREAMS Roman JAs luck would have it, Roman’s Gymboree class threw a Pumpkin Patch Party, which is apparently the politically correct way to refer to Halloween now. For $15, you can take your kid to a party with other kids he doesn’t know and climb on toys in your outfit while parents take pictures and compare their kids to others. You know I was in.
The party was completely for the parents, but Roman was a champ. He let mommy and daddy take all kinds of pictures and even let Nana blow bubbles in his face before he realized how hot and annoyed he was in the fleece outfit in Atlanta’s Indian summer. Then – the tears…..
As you can see from the picture, the tears only served to make this event even more comical to all involved, including his father (who after a little prodding was willing to admit that his son in a cow outfit was hilarious and well worth celebrating a pagan holiday for an hour). In the end, we took the hat off and let him freestyle in the extra-hot onesie with all the other kids who lost parts of their digs. I can’t say that it was as much fun without the ears, but I think it gave him a bit of his dignity back.
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