We jumped in our car to drive to a neighborhood 20 miles away so our 2 year old could walk around his friend's block in a costume I spent the week stitching together. We used a pillowcase for a candy bag. As I left the house, arming myself with a pile of extra jackets, and a pocketful of safety pins and half-used tissues, I couldn't help thinking, "Check me out! I'm a mom!" You can call me Wilma. But just for today.
Noemie (...or should I say Pebbles...) came out a little better. She rocked the Radio Flyer all around Krissie's neighborhood.

1 comment:
Nice job on the costumes. They both look adorable.
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