*Fast Forward 6 Months Later*
While not chubby, my daughter is a whopping 90% in height. She needed 12 month onesies for the length when she was 8 months old. Let's concentrate on the days before October 31st. I know I'm not getting Brad in tights for Peter Pan, so I settle for just a green shirt, tights, and a homemade hat with a red feather. Supplies gathered. However, we have a whirlwind of things happen that week (none bad, just busy). My Wendy costume comes in. It was super cheap on Sears.com, and, well....I got what I paid for. It was horrible. It wasn't comfortable, proportional, or in any way cute. Although it was (almost) floor length, it was static-clingy in some very unfortunate places. I would've had to buy a long slip just to be properly modest. I'm not buying a $15-$20 slip for a $7 ugly costume. Not happening. Oh, and my sweet daughter then acquires some congestion. Teething? Allergies? Spite? Who knows. All I know is that she didn't have a fever, nor did it seem to make her feel all that bad.
All these things combined started shattering my perfect little Halloween ideal. Luckily, I happened to be watching Duck Dynasty, and it hit me! Why not be Missy and Jase Robertson? The only thing Brad needed in order to complete the costume was a beard! I had a beautiful bridesmaid dress (yes, I said beautiful...thank you Kristin Galle) that is almost identical to the one the Missy wears in the opening credits of the show. Brad will be in his comfort zone, and I get to wear a pretty dress. We'll just improvise and say that Jase and Missy have Tinkerbell for a daughter. Who cares at this point, anyway?
The day of Halloween, I find a long hair and beard set at Target (note: they put their stuff on sale the DAY of Halloween)...only, it's a dark blonde color. After some trimming and creative use of mascara and spray paint, Brad had a perfect beard that only gave him a slight buzz that night. I guess we'll blame his candy consumption on the munchies??? Although last minute, everything was falling into place. Until 5:30 rolled around. Brad and I were semi-assembled to be at the church at 5:45, but Addie hadn't woken up from her nap. So, we waited until the last possible minute and woke her up. We paid dearly for this mistake. Not only was she very angry with the fact that we had woken her up, but she hated Brad's newly acquired beard. Enter: The most ticked-off Tinkerbell you will ever meet.
The night was still a blast, as we both Trick-or-Treated and collected food for the local schools. When we walked into church, the room burst into laughter at the sight of
Checkin out Dad's new beard
Seriously, who is this guy???
Still Not Happy
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