Last night we celebrated our sons birthday.
It just so happens that he was born in the season when children turn into their favorite characters.
Kanneloni Macaroni had her turn at the chicken costume this year.
It is mandatory that someone honors the chicken in our family and it falls to the least disagreeable about such things.
The lil' farm hand was are first mistaken by some observers as a cowboy.
His costume was had the women in his life all cooperating to find the necessary pieces to make it as authentic as possible.
His belt buckle was made by his mommy. ..a bit of play dough with a bit of carving and a coat of "brass".
The belt was made 30 years ago for his daddy by his great grandpa.
It has been tucked away in my cedar chest for all these years. .and now it had the perfect reason to come out.
Once the lil' farm hand turned around. . .
he was realized to be Woody from Toy Story. .
complete with his pull to make him talk.
The vest fabric was found after much searching by all of us by his Omi at the thrift store.
She dropped it off at my house..
and I whipped up a little vest. .with a story book open to the pages with the best vest views.
With their cousin ..
Grandgirlie in her princess fairy costume and leading the way with her usual enthusiasm . .
..they left with their Daddies and their Grandpa. .
to see what was being offered. .
door to door.
It is days like this ..
that it feels surreal to be the grandparent.
Where did the time go?
Thirty-one years ago yesterday I brought our new little son home from the hospital ..
driving slowly up our street which was busy with little children in costume.
31 years later. . .he is walking down the street. .with his little chicken in his arm . .