I think I stopped posting as many pictures when I moved out of my parents' house a year ago and couldn't use their digital camera for everyday shots. Fortunately, I did manage to get a shot of Zac in his Halloween costume on Saturday. He decided to go as a firefighter, which was a change from his initial idea of being Spiderman. The only Spiderman costume that I could find was a cheap polyester that looked like it might suffocate him if it was over his face.
So, fireman it was. Uncle Kevin provided a hat from his crew in New Hampshire when Zac went up to visit Aunt Jen with my parents. Notice the handy plastic axe in his hand, in case he needs to break through any cellophane to rescue a burning stuffed animal. Zac is nothing if not caring, and now apparently well-prepared. Carlo is also a fireman. That means that I have more fireman in my life than most people have hands. It's a little odd, I'll admit.
Last year he went as a cowboy. He still has the hat and he likes to wear it on special occasions. The weekend before Halloween we went to one of his classmate's birthday party at Chuck-e-Cheese. Zac decided that he wanted to wear his "handsome" clothes and top it off with his cowboy hat.
He got so very upset when the giant rat, also known as Chuckie, took his hat and wouldn't give it back to him. The poor kid just broke down in sobs and clung to my leg until the rat gave it back and tried to hug him. Meanwhile, I was in the middle of having an anxiety attack. All 150-200 kids in the place sounded like they were being attacked. These were not joyous yelps I was hearing. It sounded like kids were being mutilated and killed. All of the muscles in my body tensed up and I immediately started hurting. Girl Gone South told me that she thought Chuck-e-Cheese was an excellent form of birthcontrol. She might be on to something.
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What sweet photos, B. Thanks for posting them! Hugs to you and Z.
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