And here is the obligatory cute baby in a costume photo that must be shared.
I have fond memories of Halloween as a kid. During the day, my mother would somehow always make it to the Halloween parade at school; at night, I remember walking hand in hand with my Dad around our neighborhood trick-or-treating. Basically, Halloween seemed magical.
Years from now when Buttercup is all grown up and on Halloween night she walks out of her room wearing a naughty nurse costume with stilettos I'll recall her first oh-so-innocent- Halloween.
Chances are she won't remember it but I know I will.
I'll remember going to the fabric store in a rush while Grandma watched her because I always feel the need to hurry to get back to her. I'll remember how I really had no idea what the heck I was doing (Thank God for real bloggers that post DIY tutorials on how to make a superhero cape) I'll recall how even though this was supposed to be MY project somehow I got everyone else in my family to do all the work mainly because I'm too impatient to actually follow DIY tutorials on how to make a superhero cape. My Dad with the precision of a surgeon, cutting out the "S" in felt. Seriously, why didn't I inherit that patience? My sister and her boyfriend on all fours measuring and cutting out the cape. My other sister, helping me make her laugh for above picture.
I'd say this little superhero has definitely put a spell on this family. Oh, wait...that line would work if maybe she was a wizard not a superhero. Oh well, give me a break people.
Happy Halloween!
