Halloween is just around the corner and the kid’s costumes are set and ready to go. It was only this morning that I finally figured out what I was going to do for Baby A but hey, better late than never.
Costumes are one of those things that we, as parents, buy once a year and spend a month’s pay on just for our kids to wear them out, cover them in candy and play dress up a few times. Don’t get me wrong I adore the fun and durability of store-bought costumes, just not this year. I managed to convince my littles that making our own costumes this year would be a lot of fun. Baby J and I only looked through Pinterest for a moment before he spotted a cardboard robot and quite literally jumped for joy. Then he started wandering around the house saying,
“Re-dot! Ning, ning, ning, ning, ning.”
The next day I brought home a box from work and started cutting out holes for his legs, arms and head. Then it was just a matter of mixing a giant cup of grey paint for the body and coating some bottle caps in gold paint for buttons and dials. The end result isn’t perfect but he lit up when he saw it so I decided it was time to stop messing with it.
Next came Baby M, who decided that he wanted to be a Ninja this year but was very specific that it could not be a Ninja Turtle costume and he didn’t want to be a guy from Ninjago either. So traditional ninja, but how? Well it took a little creativity, a bit of cardboard, hot glue, an old long-sleeved black shirt and some red boxing wraps (little secret: even the pants were DIY and made from pieces of the shirt). He chose the black and grey camouflage shirt for underneath as a final touch.
Since I only just planned out Baby A’s costume, it isn’t finished but nothing says Halloween like a last minute rush to craft a costume, right? Anyhow I had a mental breakthrough when I was folding the laundry this morning because I came across his striped pants and striped long sleeve shirt,
which when put together look an awful lot like a jailbird outfit. Throw some county numbers on the front and slap a few temporary tattoos on him, dig out the play handcuffs from years ago and we’ve got a runaway criminal.
My mom used to make a lot of my costumes as a little girl. Something about having a costume handmade by someone who loves you makes it that much more wonderful. I can only hope that one day my boys look back at the costumes we made together. This is definitely something we will be doing again, hopefully Baby A can choose his own costume next year to make it a little bit easier on me.