Halloweenie

I asked JR if he ever thought his life would be babies and staying in on Halloween over raging costumes and The Howl. He said no. "But I also didn't think I would ever be this excited for my boy to get old enough to take Trick or Treating." Good answer, hun.

This year I searched the internets for hours trying to come up with the perfect family costume. I narrowed it down to bank robbers and a sack of cash (Michael being the loot of course) or a baby football and appropriate parental sports icons (read: football player and cheerleader). At our house the sports situation always wins. 

JR was a football player on practice day. This only happened because he doesn't have football pants/capris, whatever they're called and he wasn't going for my idea of squeezing into my spandex running pants. I still don't understand why it was such a big deal, but I didn't let him off the hook until he explained that football players have pad practice days and wear shorts. Really, he could've told me any variation of that scenario and I wouldn't know better. "Seriously? Football players throw watermelons instead of footballs in practice? I never knew..." 

I guess I have no room to complain about the lack of believe-ability in JR's costume. When I went to the store to get the top for my cheerleader outfit, I decided to forego the believable cheerleader option and go for a sweatshirt I would actually wear again. Comfort and frugality for the win!

Anyway, we pulled it off. A little rag tag, but it's our first family costume. We'll perfect this I'm sure.