Hallo-weiners.

Ramie offered me a blog idea since I am bored at work and can't think for myself.









Baby Halloween Costumes.









So, the three of you who read this blog all know I wasn't allowed to celebrate Halloween due to religious reasons. Brandon, you don't know this. I wasn't. It sucked. Even when I was six, I knew it sucked big time. I was no permitted to attend school on October 31st and would have to go to the crazy born-again church "lock-ins" on that night. They would still give us candy. It always seemed really hypocritical to me. Like, just don't celebrate it, but please don't lock me in a gymnasium and make me sing terrible Christian music and tell me my friends dressed like princesses are going to burn in Hell for an eternity. My church was so weird.









My mom always tried to brainwash me into being thankful that I didn't have to go around, begging for food from the neighbors like all the other kids, when I just got the crappy Jesus candy for no effort at all.









So, I have a love-hate relationship with Halloween. I love to play dress up, I love themes. But, every year, I feel a little bitter about having missed out on Halloween when it was fun and meant something (besides turning your back on your Lord and Savior.)









Anyways, sorry, Ramie, I don't know what your opinion on it was, but I bet ours will differ. I LOVE baby halloween costumes. I don't even really like babies much...but LOOK at that little thing in a pea pod! I think my future offsping may be in danger of wearing costumes until they can at least say, "Mommy, I hate you."









So, cute costumes. Go for it. Dress your baby like a pizza slice, a bananna, an octopus. The members of baby-killer-bridal-party (the amazing hardcore band, fronted by Fishonascooter) will find this baby look quite inspirational:










Sidenote:



One of my co-workers, a nice older lady, just saw this image on my computer.





I am planning on living out my dreams of candy-getting via my children. I am dressing my little bundle of joy up like Lucifer and taking him/her to my grandmother's, every day in October. And I will make her address him/her as Baby Beelzebub. Oh, just another reason to have children.



Also, if anyone is looking to do a group dress up this year, I have our costume:





I call mid-wife.