Wee! Halloween is almost here!

Halloween is fast approaching. I am just a little too excited. But now that Khai is here, things are just a bit different. So long ago were the days when all I had to think about was what I was going to do on the best day ever.
Last year, I was home with a newborn Khai...sporting the natural Zombie look myself and stuffing my poor baby into a pumpkin costume - a gift from a friend. I personally would have opted for a more devilish costume, but at that point I had barely left the house aftering giving birth. His revolt made it evil enough.


This year, thanks to Jen and Nev's marvelous discovery at none other than Old Navy - Khai AND Cooper will be skunks. Somehow, while not the "evil" costume I had initially sought...it fits perfectly. In its own way it truly is genius for multiple reasons. The skunk itself represents the truth of the child...the funk that amazingly permiates from his ass, and his attitude at times. Rotten = Evil. And yet still, people will find it cute. And... (thanks Nev for your smarts)....it makes for a perfect winter coat.

Here is a preview of whats in store. So far, Khai is unsure of it all.

In years prior to Khai...the fun..oh the fun of Halloween. I have a feeling however that from here on (at least for now) my Halloween's will be all about Khai and taking him house to house racking up on free candy, much to John's delight. Kid gets the candy...big kid eats it all...

This photo proves nothing has changed since the last time I dressed up 2 years ago - I'm still looking dead...just for different reasons now. Thanks Khai.

Haircut Disaster

This Mommy and scissors are not a good combo. Very dangerous. For multiple reasons of course, however yesterday the danger involved my baby's hair.
Sweet, cute, adorable little Khai...he has/had(??) a really great head of hair. But it was growing fast and wild. I really wanted to just let it grow out long.....see where it would go and hoped for little curls at the bottom. And it did start curling, right in the back. But the front was another matter. He sported the Donald Trump comb over and the color is a near match. Plus with the summer heat, I know he was roasting. Last night as he pounded away on the laptop, I pulled out the scissors. Two snips. That’s all I did. It was two snips too many. And he squirmed.....and the scissors squirmed...and the chop went crooked up his forhead. He was left with one side short and goofy and the other side still how it originally was. Initially I busted out laughing. This brought John out to see what was going on. When he took a look at my poor victim, he immediately banned me from cutting his hair again. Ever. Neverever.
After taking a look at the disaster...he told me he wasn't sure if he could fix it...other than chopping the other side off to even it all out - thus making him look even goofier. Sigh*
We waited until he was dead asleep and snuck in with scissors and a brush.... John took a few snips...I took a few photos.... today, thankfully, he looks decent enough.
I will never do this again. BAD MOMMY!! BAD!!!