m’en voulez-vous?
Halloween was Saturday. Luke was a lion for the second year in a row and Pen wore a lamb costume my mom found. It was a cold, drizzly day—pretty much the worst possible for trick-or-treating. We made a quick trip ’round the apartment complex but only found one house that was participating. We ended up returning home, putting the girl to bed and doing trick-or-treating in the house, which consisted of Diane and myself hiding behind the bathroom and bedroom doors, respectively, and Luke going between the two, knocking and announcing himself. It actually worked out pretty well.
Penelope wasn’t all that thrilled about her costume…until she saw herself in the mirror. That distracted her for a little bit. An orange lollipop helped too. Luke, on the other hand, loves his costume like nothing else. He wore it for several days before the event and was wearing it when I awoke this morning. I think the fact that he’s able to put it on and remove it himself helps—it’s a rush when you’re 5 years old and have that kind of control over your own wardrobe, I guess.
He was a LEGO last year, love. Your mom bought the lion costume as well, though just for dress up.
sheeeesh. :)
You’re right, of course. The years all run together… all five of them. :)
I swear he was a lion one Halloween, though. Had to have been. We’ll have to haul out the photographic evidence when I get home, but to my knowledge he’s been:
1 year old: Yoda
2 years old: Urban chicken
3 years old: Lion
4 years old: Red Lego
5 years old: Lion again
Is that right?