I wouldn’t have guessed it would take me over a week to put up the rest of the photos of my kids’ Halloween costumes–but since I pretty much spent Halloween following my kids around all day, taking pictures, there were a lot of photos to weed through.
Rose said at school people kept mistaking her for Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I guess the gingham of her top threw them off (even though Dorothy’s gingham is a much larger blue check). I’m only just now realizing, looking at these photos, that the basket and wolf puppet probably added to the confusion.
I don’t think Henry had any idea that the crest on his tunic was Takanuva, the Toa of Light. Also, this shows me how much my Photoshop skills have improved since I made this costume for Ike, when I had to ask Dean to create the iron-on graphic. I also wondered why I hadn’t used a dark fabric for the tunic, until I remembered that I didn’t used to be able to get printable iron-on transfer paper for dark fabrics.
Rose’s class performed a bunch of cute Halloween songs for the parents, and I can’t believe I haven’t yet learned how to put videos on my blog. (But I won’t be figuring it out this morning.)
Hazel’s orange top is on loan to us from my sister Mary, who made it for her daughter. Hazel hadn’t wanted to put her costume on yet, but she got lots of attention at school all the same. Other people seem to find Hazel as irresistible as I do.
Isaac took Henry and Hazel trick-or-treating. He brought Hazel back much sooner than Henry, so later I asked Hazel if she wanted to knock on a few more doors, and she said she did want to. So I took her to a nearby cul-de-sac, and by then it had gotten dark, but every time I asked Hazel if she wanted to go home, she’d say, “No! I want to locking one more door!” After she’d said, “Trick-or-Treat” and had been given candy, I’d prompt her, “Now what do you say?” and she’d say, “Thank you. Trick-or-Treat. Bye.” And then she’d stand there some more, chatting up the neighbors, unless I coaxed her away. Halloween must be the only time you take a child to a neighbor’s door, wait for them to answer, and then almost immediately leave.
A half-block from home Hazel finally nearly gave out. I had asked to take her photo, and she sat down on the neighbors’ lawn and seemed like she might never stand up again. But with a bit more coaxing (and by carrying her part of the way) I got her back home. By then she had dirt and leaves matted in her fur–but she was as happy as only a kid with a bucket full of candy can be.