Are there not child labour laws against this?
As an aside, NOT having an enormous leafy tree in our front yard at this house has made fall yard clean-up almost laughable. I loved that old tree at the last house, but don’t miss it one bit.
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This is the first Halloween that Jaia truly had an opinion about she would dress up as. And the costume you see above was not her first choice. Not even close. She wanted to be a vampire. With scary teeth. And dripping blood. But halfway through my search I started noticing that there weren’t any vampire costumes for little girls that weren’t more like TRAMPire. Seriously skanky. All were tight (too tight) and revealing (waaaay too revealing). Not cool for a 4 year old. But really, it wasn’t the costume she was stuck on, so changing her mind wasn’t that tough. I just had to find a way to incorporate the vampire teeth she was so keen on wearing. And then I came up with an ingenious idea. Bumblebee + vampire teeth = Killer bee!! She loved it. My plan worked.
And then we waited until it was too late to shop for vampire teeth and ended up with none. (Tsk tsk, Mama.) Bumblebee it was. But somehow, once she was all dressed up with wings and stripey tights and yellow poof headband and bumblebee wand, the teeth didn’t matter. They certainly did not. And Wes, well, he was the most perfect zebra around.
And they may have enjoyed themselves a little.
(The above was not even staged. I swear. They were that happy. Or maybe the after affects of the sugar they’d already consumed.) But mostly, they just ran wild. And jumped. And trick or treated their little hearts out.
And their bums.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
November 7, 2011 - 2:19 pm
Awesome photos. Looks like they had a fabulous time.       Jaia is funny. Really funny. Sometimes intentional, telling us a ‘joke’ that she’s made up. We’ll laugh and she’ll laugh and then proceed to tell the joke 17 more times because she likes making us laugh. It’s never as funny on the 17th time, but her enjoyment urges us to keep playing along. But sometimes her humour is not intentional. She’ll say something that just seems to make sense to her, and I find myself smiling at how adorable and innocent she is.
The one that got me just yesterday was a new expression she’s come up with: morning hands. It’s not something I’ve heard before, but she’s right on the money. She used it because her hands hadn’t woken up enough when she was getting dressed and needed help with her buttons. I had to laugh because I’ve had this happen to me. Not only with buttons or zippers, but even as I type this with my morning hands, my fingers aren’t doing exactly as I asked them to. Smart kid. Cute kid. Jaia and Wes spent time with my parents over the past few days. Their visits together are never, ever long enough (for all of us), but this visit was especially…special. With Dan and I away, Nana and Papoo were in charge and completely responsible for keeping the kids happy, entertained and relatively unscathed. Mission accomplished. And then some. I even started to feel But what ended up to be the most amazing and unexpected outcome from the visit, was the special bond formed between Wes and his Papoo. They were inseparable. Wes followed him around endlessly and would call out for him when he was out of sight. Papoo rocked Wes to sleep every night and rushed in to get him when he would hear him stirring. Peas and carrots, they are. To be honest though, I’m not sure who was more smitten.
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