I have very fond memories of Halloween as a child. I owe this to my mother. This holiday was her favorite. She enjoyed making us our costumes. I remember some of my favorites, the Wicked Witch of the West and Glenda the Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz, Ezma from Emperor's New Groove, Curella from 101 Dalmations, a Hawaiian hula dancer, a scarecrow... She is a pro when it comes to costumes.
Since I am kinda an adult now, I can't really get away with the super cute Glenda the Good Witch, which did win me a prize at the Fiesta Mall when I was very little.
Moving on from that small tangent, I was so excited when my mom agreed to make Isaac's costume. He was a hotdog. She did a fantastic job. She crocheted the hotdog parts, tying both ends of to look like a fat sausage. She even added ketchup and mustard across his belly and garnished his neck with a relish bow tie. She made his bun by sanding and painting foam.
Isaac wore it all night long. He was a champ to put up with it. Since he won't remember any of this torture I am happy he was happy, since this whole ordeal was mostly for my pleasure.
Anyways, here are a few pictures. We found so ketchup and mustard trick-o-treaters that agreed to picture. Isaac was passed around all night while we were at a neighborhood party. Eventually we called it a night after finding out that he wiggled his socks off. It was a wonderful first Halloween.
1 comment:
So cute! We love him.
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