So, I bought the hat, hot glued a bajillion felt half circles to a pink onsie/cardigan, and Amelia's first halloween costume was born. I was going to make yellow feet/talons too, but then I remembered the little pink owl moccasins I got at the baby shower a few months ago. Done and done.
We thought she was a pretty darling little baby owl, and she even let Grandpa hold her! So, she's either outgrowing her "cry inconsolably when Grandpa walks into the room" phase, or that owl hat was cutting off circulation to her head. Let's all hope its the former.
When she got flusterated and would flail about, it totally looked like she was flapping her wings. Maybe I'm an unsympathetic mom, but I laughed every time.
We made a last minute trip to a pumpkin patch, because, come on. It was Halloween Eve, so the pumpkins were 50% off! Score. Amelia liked the tiny pumpkins, but was not amused when Cory held her up to all the big pumpkins to find one that "big enough to squeeze her into". (Please note: We're not actually going to do that. Mostly because that would be a lot of work). Also, the middle aged white man running the patch and the scarecrows made her visibly uncomfortable, but she didn't actually cry. Thats my girl.
|Cory: "This one is big enough!" Amelia: Not. Amused.|