I’m taking today and Thursday out of my normal posting schedule because I’ve been sitting on our Halloween posts forever and here it is December and dammit I want to get them up before it’s the New Year. Today I’m going to talk about the actual night of Halloween, which we spent with Isobel and her cousin’s on Anthony’s side, and Thursday I’ll tackle Scott’s Most Awesome Halloween Party Ever of 2013 wherein we all had too much fun in Scott’s homemade photo booth.
Halloween is a beloved holiday in my house because we all love to dress up. Each year we try to decide our costumes around August so we have plenty of time to search thrift stores and online for good deals for whatever costume bits or accouterments we will need. This year around August I had recently found out I was pregnant and spending most of my time on the couch either sleeping, moaning from an unmedicated migraine, or barfing. Sometimes, all three. I didn’t even want to think about costumes. But we started asking Isobel what she wanted to be. As time passed, the list became longer and more impressive:
- Cupcake Butterfly (??)
- Baby Batman
- Baby Batman, but only if I would be Mama Batman
- Super Squirrel (??)
- Super Hero
Finally, I think she grew tired of people constantly asking her this, because eventually she would just say, “I don’t want to be anything. I just want to be me, Isobel. Can’t I get candy for just being myself? Don’t people want to give Isobel candy?” I really didn’t know what to say to that and fortunately her desire to wear a costume trumped any further philosophical analysis.
The answer she gave most often and most emphatically for the longest amount of time was a combination of both squirrel and super squirrel. I really wasn’t sure how I was going to accomplish this as a DIY route, but through my haze of early pregnancy I assumed we’d figure something squirrel-like out and then add or subtract a cape as need be.
As October approached and I had done zero work on a costume, and further had no ideas or desire, Anthony had Isobel look through our local Spirit store’s mail catalog. They had a great time doing that together and each time it came down to a tie between pink Super Man Girl or Pink Bat Man Girl. When they finally went costume shopping, just the two of them, they came home with this Pink Spiderman Girl number as it was the only one that they had of the super heroes that was in her size. Batman will always be her favorite (though he frequently must compete with her love of Robin) she had recently begun watching Ultimate Spiderman and loved it.
She was very specific about her costume. She was Spiderman Girl, not Spider Girl. She was just like Spiderman, except with a pink tutu and a penchant for unicorns.
Speaking of girls with a love of male superheroes, this is me, at about the same age as Isobel, dressed as Superman. According to my parents, they tried to get me to dress as Wonder Woman, but I had no idea who the hell that was. All I knew about was Superman, and I wasn’t going to settle for some Superhero I’d never heard of just because we both happened to be ladies. I wanted to be Superman and there was no way I was going to be persuaded otherwise. My adorable cousins are Raggedy Ann and Andy. If you are younger than I am, you might need to Google them.
As we walked around our neighborhood she kept collecting pretty leaves and berries and rocks and adding them to her jack-o-lantern, just like we do on our many nature walks. I had to convince her that we could get candy, too.
The next couple photos are my absolute favorite because I had told her to make Spiderman Girl Superhero poses. This is what she came up with:
She wanted to run away and join some neighbors at this point but we called her back because we knew Grandma would like some close-up shots.
It looks like she’s saying, “Number one!” here , or something similar, but she’s actually upset because Anthony told her I’d only take one more photo. Daddy says a lot of things, sweetie.
These two are my other favorite shots of the night, because instead of saying “cheese” like her cousins she decided to shout “SPOOKY!”
We knew it was time to wrap it up and head back inside when she kept asking me to carry her candy bucket because it was “too heavy” for her. And then she asked Dada to carry her because her body was also “too heavy” for walking.