Some may say that I love to torture my 11 month old son. Yes, I made him start his day by trying on Halloween Costumes. That wasn't the plan for the day. But...as I was digging through his closet this morning and sorting out all of the things that no longer fit, I came across two Halloween Costumes I bought on clearance last November. One of them was THE CUTEST puppy costume. When I bought it, Ryder was this sweet little bean of a baby that still spent most of the hours of his life sleeping away! I envisioned being able to paint his nose black and add little whiskers. Oh how ten months will change things! We have an obstinate one on our hands, who as of this week, has decided to start throwing full blown tantrums. I digress..that is for a whole other blog. I had already decided that there was probably no way I was going to get the black nose and whisker's on his face. Even if I had Matt hold him down, he'd have his hands on it smearing it everywhere right away. So, I will just make due with the cute costume, right?? No!!! Not if this morning was a testament to how he would act dressed in that for a whole evening! He hated it and that is putting it gracefully! I made him stay in it, tugging at the ears long enough for me to take a picture. So now I'll be onto plan b, whatever that is, once it gets closer to Halloween. I guess I will be on the lookout for something without a head piece!
A break in crying and he still looks pitiful!