Because Kiefer and I are Halloween-obsessed, the day Scout was born (maybe the day after), he declared she would be Carlos for Halloween.
No. Just no.
After buying boy things for Boo and Radley for years, I refused to not have a cute girly outfit for her first Halloween.
So we compromised. She was Carlos just long enough to take one picture, and then she was magically transformed…into Snow White.
Please excuse the picture quality. Trying to get a baby to sit still and look at the camera is hard enough, let alone fix the lighting.
As you can see, Snow White was actually shorter than the dwarves. She also likes Snickers, not poisoned apples.
It’s that time of year…the time of year where almost everyone* falls victim to Pumpkin Madness.
*Everyone but me.
Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin scones, pumpkin Oreos, pumpkin Pop-Tarts…. ::shudder::
Oh, Pop-Tarts, why have thou forsaken me?
And is if that’s not enough, now there are pumpkin bagels.
Tell me: When does it all end?
Nevermind. I can answer my own question: When Christmas flavors come into season…which should be any day now since it’s mid-October.
I’m declaring today the official Rex Manning Day. I can do that. I have that authority.
Now we just have to get the President to declare it a Federal holiday. Please sign the petition by commenting below.
For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about (::head shaking at you, not with you::)…educate yourselves! Watch Empire Records…since my blog is named after that movie. But if you don’t have that kind of time, at the very least, watch the Rex Manning video.
Please celebrate by saying or doing one or more of the following:
- The fat man walks alone.
- Glue quarters to the floor.
- The time to hesitate is through.
- Carry around a couch cushion.
- Leave a red bra on the table of a restaurant.
- What’s with today today?
Happy Rex Manning Day!
My name is Scout, and I should be your new spokesperson. You can pay
Mom me in tall-non-fat-vanilla-bean-frappuccinos-with-a-shot-of-cinnamon-dolce-syrup.
It’s that time of year. Pumpkin flavor has returned.
Have you seen the 16 Reasons You Should Never Reenact Pinterest Photos?
There’s a special section on pumpkins (ick!) and babies (awwww!).
Never will I ever put Scout in a pumpkin. Here’s why:
These poor, poor babies. Not one of them looks happy. They’re all crying except for the third one from the top, but I think that’s only because he was put in last, and he’s still a little dazed.
Or he has an escape plan.
So remember this picture the next time you see a pumpkin.
Just say no.