I finally know what I am going dressed as for Halloween: a wild eyed mom, who is twitching erratically while shoving Hershey's bars into every orifice. Trying to find the perfect costume for my precious little angels may turn me into a zombie. We trekked to three different stores in search of a leopard costume. You would think that wouldn't be too difficult, right? Wrong-o! The only leopard costumes they had were a tad lascivious for a nine year old. I didn't know leopards even wore fish net stockings! Jeez.
So, finally I ordered online a fabulous leopard costume, complete with a feathered neckline (cause leopards in the wild love accessorizing ). Anastasia dashed hopefully to the mailbox for weeks. The anticipation was equivalent to Christmas morning. Finally, the coveted prize arrived. We all waited anxiously outside the bathroom door while the lucky costume recipient transformed herself into a leopard.
Then, we heard little sobs. Uh-oh. I sensed trouble (I am really intuitive that way). She must have grown several inches in the weeks that it took for the costume to arrive because, the costume was several inches too small. Nooooooo!!!!
Somehow, Anastasia has gotten my gene for being very particular about certain items. I remember when I was a kid, my mom finally had to take me out of ice skating class because I spent more time trying to get my skates to be tight enough than I actually did on the ice. And don't even get me started on jeans. I remember actually crying when I couldn't find jeans that fit a certain way.
Thank goodness, little Catherine is being easy to please. My friend sent her this outfit and she decided that it was a tiger costume. I can totally see it, can't you?
Don't you just love Francesca in the background, shoveling food in?!
Francesca is going as an Indian princess, known by the name of "Little No Pants".
Victoria wants to be a polka dot, which is one of her favorite words.
When Isabella brought this random piece of cloth to me and asked if I could transform it into a water fairy, I wanted to cry. Can't she just go as a blue ghost or something?
I am really appreciating my son, who doesn't care about costumes and doesn't even mind if I just toss a couple of Snickers bars at him. But, as Anastasia wisely told me today, "it's all about the journey, Mom." Yea, the journey to insanity.
Lucky for me, Anastasia has decided to be flexible and decided she will deign to wear a bird costume. Like that's going to be really easy to find! I swear, I may just duct tape feathers all over her.
Pray for me.