A Halloween preview

Ever since I found William's Halloween costume at a consignment sale last month, I've gotten a kick out of making him try it on. He's going to be a frog, complete with webby frog hands. Hey, he'll be picking out his own clothes and Halloween costume in a couple of years. I have to enjoy my limited time as the person in charge. I mean, heck. My parents will tell you that my tenure as the Most Opinionated Person They Know started early. (Just ask them about the East Pants Incident.) So I fully expect William to choose his own costume next year and not pay any attention to what Mommy wants.

Here's a preview:




















I took Nancy's recent visit as yet another good excuse to pull out the ol' Halloween costume. As it turns out, Nancy and I are big meanies. William discovered he couldn't pick up his pumpkin with his webbed hands. He stood there, bent over his pumpkin, grunting and crying with frustration as he made repeated futile attempts to grab the handle. "Oh, honey, I didn't realize you wouldn't be able to pick it up. You don't have any hands, do you?" Nancy said, as it dawned on her why he was upset. Then, of course, we began to laugh very very hard because, let's face it: it was pretty hilarious. But Nancy quickly too pity on William and pulled his hands out of the mits so he could have his hands free at last. What a softy.




































Okay, I realize I am biased, but I think William's just about the cutest thing ever in that costume. Part of it comes from the fact that he seems pretty delighted to wear it. But really, until you've seen a small fleece frog climb your staircase, his webbed hands going splat, splat, splat on the carpet, you are missing out on a Great Joy in Life.

So late this afternoon, we'll get the frog costume out one last time. I plan to take William trick or treating to a handful of houses just on our street....mostly for the photo opportunities and to show him off. Any candy he collects is incidental (and off limits, at least this year). I think I'm more excited about taking him trick or treating than I ever was about going myself!