Photo Friday: Monkeys and Tattoos. And a Mullet.

I just can’t bring myself to call it Foto Friday. It hurts my proofreading heart. Also, sorry Facebook friends, you’ve seen all these already.

I present to you Little A’s two Halloween costumes. It was almost three because the monkey was an impulse buy almost two months ago and they had the cutest giraffe costume at Costco last week that was thisclose to being irresistible. But what the shit would I do with three costumes? I might buy it if they still have it today. It’ll be warm for the road trips to the wintery, blustery Midwest. AND ADORABLE. And I want to dress him up like a giraffe.

And before you become alarmed and clutch your pearls, the tattoo was washed off less than 24 hours later. I clearly wouldn’t burden the kid with a tattoo. At least not one quite this cliche.

We went to a Halloween party last weekend as Bikers. HARDCORE. Also, easy. Thank you, random discovery of studded pleather in the Wal-Mart fabric aisle. Also, there’s totally a half of a toilet paper tube up in that hair. We had intended to attach a skull bandanna to one of Little A’s hats but we forgot. Alas, the “Road Warrior” hoodie sufficed. Not pictured is Big A, who dressed as a biker as well. A Bicycle Biker. Complete with butt pads, spandex and helmet.

What we really needed for this party was randomly sent to us by my brother, but sadly it arrived four days too late. I had no idea what was coming. He sent Little A a mullet wig. A BABY MULLET WIG. It would have been perfect with the biker shtick.  Not to mention the fact I have been obsessed with mullets for like ten years. In college outside my sorority room door I had a collection of mullet photos taken around town – my “Mulletin Board”. THAT PHRASE IS TRADEMARKED DON’T #%@!% STEAL IT. He would have totally made the board.

So next year, whether he likes it or not, Little A will be dressed as something requiring a mullet. Maybe for his first birthday. Hell, all future trips to Wal-Mart may require the mullet.

For the actual celebration of Halloween, Little A was a cuddly monkey. We bought the costume because it was cheap and cute and who wouldn’t want to see this goon dress up like a monkey. CHUNKY MONKEY ALERT.

He fell asleep in it. I would say candy coma, but that was what happened to me.

Side note as we enter November: A lovely post was written over at Excitement on the Side yesterday, detailing all the things she could do this month. And she made me think. I could be thankful for something every day, but I think my pessimistic attitude would tire of that quickly. And a writing a blog post every day would be awesome and would hold me to writing, but the kid still isn’t doing that much and I don’t leave the house so I’d end up detailing the way my carpet is wearing in high traffic areas and the contents of my freezer. Yikes.

So I will leave those things to her and other more experienced bloggers who have more to say. Maybe next year.

Although I am 100% thankful that we made it through Hurricane Sandy unscathed, dry and warm. Big A is never allowed to leave again.