Halloween band wagon

I just finished reading Jen's post at Crafty Misadventures, and it's really put me over the hump for Halloween.

Halloween has been my favorite holiday since I can remember. I love the horror, gross, silly, and BOO that comes with it. Since I was a youngster, I can only ever remember being a witch for Halloween. I was obsessed with witches (so much that I started to believe I was one around age 11-13).

Yeah, I was one of those kids. :)

I think I'm going to go ahead and start stick up Halloween decorations... you know, a small witch here, a little bat snow globe there... maybe I'll leave the window decals till September.

Speaking of decals, here are my 2 monsters from the past 2 Halloweens.

Halloween 2010 (Stella's first at 6 weeks old. Kade is 9 here.)

 

 

 

Halloween 2011. Our ninja and tigger.

We've already started working on the kids' Halloween costumes for this year. Kade wants to be Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (so proud of him and his scary costume choices!) and Stella will probably end up being Dora or something princess-related.

Now I'm probably going to spend the next 20 minutes browsing Halloween costumes or cruising Pinterest.

I wish I were joking!

So, I have this almost 2 year old and she thinks she's a tiger.

It all stems from an episode of Dora the Explorer in which Dora and Boots help rescue a baby fox and take it back to its momma. In this episode there is a baby tiger that follows Dora and Boots and helps them return the little fox home.

The show itself was cute but now that it's over, the charade should be as well. My daughter still thinks, after 2 months, that she is a baby tiger at times. She growls and purrs, crawls all over the floor, rubs herself against my leg while I'm doing dishes, and tries to claw at me.

She's 22 months so I know she doesn't fully get what she's doing but we've went over this time and time again.

"No Stella, stand up. You cannot be a tiger in the grocery store. The floor is filthy."

"Stella stop scratching Momma! That hurts!"

'Meow, meow'

"Stella what do you want baby-doll? Momma doesn't know what meow, meow means."

The lists go on but you catch the jest.

I'm sure this is a phase and I pray that she outgrows it. If she doesn't, just think how awkward it will be when she hits kindergarten and starts frolicking on all fours with the other children!