Little Pumpkin

I remember one time way back when Brenden was about 3, he had a little buddy in his Mother's Day Out class that refused to wear his coat...even in the dead of winter. And when his mother told me of this, with her half-giggling and half-powerless attitude, I desperately wanted to say to the poor gal..'ummm, yes but aren't you like, 4 times bigger than little Johnny and aren't you his...mother!' Well, not wanting to sound like the know-it-all-parent that I clearly wasn't, I kept that thought to myself. But yesterday I learned there are in fact three things that even a mother can't make her precious little toddler do....

1. Eat

2. Potty

3. Wear a Halloween costume

I'm really not big on Halloween, in fact, I'd just assume not participate at all. But I decided a few years ago that, "This is the day that the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it" applied to October 31, every bit as much as say, December 25. And not ever wanting to miss a good party or a chance to dress up, last night we went to our church's "trunk or treat".

I had had it in my mind for some time that Lucy would be a balerina...I was going to make her a big fluffy tutu & oh wouldn't she look just adorable. Well, time just kept tick, tick, tickin' away and desperate for a way out, I clung to my mom's suggestion that Lucy dress up in the adorable pumpkin outfit that I had made that both of the boys wore when they were about her age. Perfect! No fuss, no muss.

So, wanting to be good and ready in plenty of time, I started looking for the costume just hours before we were to leave. Half-panic stricken and half-really not giving a flip, I searched in our storeage closet in the basement & finally found it on my third determined trip down, leaving memories of the past scattered all over my never-used exercise room. Yippee! I gave it a quick ironing and presented it to my princess. I'm not sure if she didn't have a clue what I was trying to do to her...(after all, don't children all over the world dress as gourds?) or if she was just practicing her right to #3. So since it was literally minutes before we were to leave, I decided...now being a know-way-more-than-any-first-time-mom-will-ever-know, I chose not to fight the battle and Lucy went to the party as...Lucy. That's how I love her best anyway. So here are a few pics from the evening.....

Lucy loving being on the hay ride (Kimberly, the sweater you made looks & fits great!!)

Micaiah the rooster trying to give Lucy a hug!

The Big boys

Lucy making once last stroll by the big slide