This year, and I knew it was coming, my little Pumpkin found her voice. She did not want to be one of the Three Musketeers, or Yoda to our Princess Leia and Hans Solo, she didn't want to be Red Riding Hood to our Big Bad Wolf and Granny. This is our all time favorite Halloween to date:
We got the lobster costume online. We made the lobster bibs and even designed a little restaurant logo for "Pumpkin's Lobster Shack" in photoshop. How the heck can it get any better than that??? I should have known it was going to be all downhill from there. It may even be the end of "family" costumes for good, eh?
At the ripe old age of four she has her own ideas, her own plans. She asked if she could be a Lalaloopsy. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But here she is, and she IS sort of cute I guess. Crazy girl.
She's also attached herself to a very large, hairy spider decoration from Walmart. It's like her new best friend. She treats it like a stuffed animal. No, she treats it like a pet. It's so weird. Or horrifying. The other night I went in to check on her before I went to bed and she was asleep, looking like a perfect little angel, except for the big, black, hairy spider she had resting on her chest. So creepy...