I don't know why I believe you all want to see the costumes my children wore for Halloween. I do, though. I BELIEVE you want to know.
Plus, if I don't write it down, I'll never remember. And this is the only place I ever "write it down." So.
Tre just wasn't sure he could still get away with trick-or-treating. He's so very OLD you know. And mature. In the end he allowed as how he could probably skate by this year by taking Sophia on the rounds. I didn't notice until later that he somehow ended up staying out with the group long after Sophia had been returned to me at the house. Next year, he promises, he's staying home. Probably.
Max, with characteristic quirky confidence, has known for months that he'd dress up as a rapper. He had almost everything he needed already (that's his dad's shirt, and his brother's pants. The attitude is all his). He just had to find the right bling - and he did. Best bling $14.95 can buy.
I kept trying to convince Raphael that he wanted to make up his own costume. I hunted for good ideas and practically stalked him, struggling in vain to tempt him away from the bag-o-plastic crap costumes. "You could have a CLOCK and a BIG FAKE KNIFE and be 'killing time!' GET IT?" But he was unimpressed by my clever ideas. Finally I realized, with a jolt, that this might be the last year any child of mine wants to dress up as a Star Wars character. Better late than never, I let it go.
Here he's being Darth Vader, having a bad hair day.
Sophia is still my dress-up doll at times like this. I am enjoying it, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Clay brought home a lion costume for her that was lovely and plush and...whatever. Fine. But I pointed out that it was a BOY LION and I did not wait fifteen years to finally dress my daughter in a BOY'S COSTUME, as empowering and gender-role-challenging as that might be.