Halloween is by far the best holiday. You know, in my humble opinion. You don't have to stress about buying anyone presents or having a sit-down meal with anyone who's a pain in the ass. The only real stressor is what to wear. For years, we've been plotting to do The Wizard of Oz characters because we have a cairn terrier who could totally swing Toto. But I would also die to style Tessa's hair like Frankenstein's bride. You know, with a big white stripe down the center. Something like this. We'll see. In the meantime, it's fun to think about, and I loved looking through all of our Halloween pictures from years past. Not only do they bring back some wild and crazy memories, but now the different costumes seem to symbolize different points in my life. For instance, I rented the french maid costume right after I lost 30 lbs. on Weight Watchers. Can't you just see how much I feel like I'm the bomb-diggity in those pictures? Flash foward one year and I'm friggin' Big Bird (aka three months pregnant with Tessa.) Last year I don't remember dressing up at all. I think we just put Tessa in her monkey costume and then to bed. But this year! This year Tessa is totally gonna eat up trick-or-treating with a spoon. You just wait and see.
