I know, I know, what about Steph? What has she been doing in that funfilled life she has? Never fear, I am back with oodles and oodles of fabulous stories of baby poop, unfortunately Emma poop and everything else that has gone on in my life the last couple of days, errr weeks.
Since the pumpkin patch, we’ve been to a Halloween Party with some of Dustin’s friends from high school. I met them at the 10-year reunion and we really hit it off. Cody and Brooke invited us over for a family Halloween Party. How great was that?!? No finding a baby sitter, no worrying about leaking breastmilk, again these are usually not most people’s concerns at the party, but again I’m a little different. The only catch was EVERYONE had to dress up. The last time I dressed up for Halloween, I think I was a Spice Girl my sophomore year of high school. I was Sporty Spice. I had a temporary tattoo. . .hmmm. . .wearing athletic clothes all the time and sporting tattoos. . .did I really see my future back in high school?
Needless to say, I was in desperation to find a costume because I really didn’t want to go as a whore for Halloween. Have you seen those adult costumes they have now? Under different circumstances and 40 less pounds, totally sign me up for a beer wench, but with two kids, birthing hips and stretch marks, I don’t think so. My choices were flapper, I totally have flapper hair and a hippie. Short dress, long legs, it was a win-win situation. Mom saved the day and made my dress for me in 24 hours give or take a couple of hours. Apparently I’ve become more shy since my junior high through college days of wearing tye-dyed shirts and anything that screamed color because the fabric I chose was definitely screaming.
Dustin went as a rodeo cowboy, that was a real hard one for him to find. “Umm, let’s wear my everyday jeans, shirt, belt, hat, boots and how about I grab my old rodeo chaps and vest (from high school) from my bag in the shop.” The only thing that fits me from high school are my socks. Emma went as Princess Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) and Ellie went as a chicken. I fought with so many elderly people that believed with all their might that Ellie was a duck. I know the bill looks duckish-like, but I bought a chicken outfit. No I didn’t raise chickens as a child, but I bought a chicken outfit.
The husbands and wifes costumes went together, so next year (if we’re invited back, hint hint!), we’re really going to have to put some extra thought into this. The last pictures are of the girls after the party. Ellie’s giving the thumbs-up to good hygiene. She was so tired.