To recap (Witch or Faery and Halloween Indecision), Evan has wanted to be a witch, a ghost, a witch, a purple ghost, a bat, a witch, a princess, a fairy, a witch, and a spider. Seeing that the common theme always runs back to a witch, I thought well why the hell not. My husband is uneasy about the costume, worrying about homosexual tendencies or counseling sessions involving accusations of parents forcing a poor defenseless child to cross-dress. He has so little faith in me.
As Evan has been talking off and on about being a boy witch for almost two months, I have been planning a costume in my head. I’m going to make him a simple gown or robe as my husband states men wear robes, not gowns. Right. I plan on sewing stars all over the “robe.” If I’m truly ambitious, I might just make a cape for Evan too. Since Evan has realized witches have brooms, he insisted on having one too with a hat, just as he’s insisting Sean be a Halloween pumpkin.
As for Sean, I was planning on making him a vampire because he’s back to giving me love bites. Lucky me. But Evan has been adamant for two months that Sean be a Halloween pumpkin aka a jack-o-lantern, even going so far as to suggest Daddy would want to be a pumpkin too. And I laughed. Because I found some great no-sew costumes online, one being a tomato, I thought why not let Evan decide for Sean. It’s not like Sean cares any way. Funny, Evan had somewhat a deciding voice in his costume as being a cowboy at that age, granted his grandma did force him into the cowboy boots the first time, which he wanted to wear every day after. Sean will make a great little pumpkin.
Yesterday I loaded up the boys and headed to Wal-mart, the one stop shop for house supplies, clothes, and crafts and when I need to save cash. After heading straight to the toddler clothing department, I looked everywhere for an orange sweatshirt for Sean’s pumpkin costume. And wouldn’t you know, boys don’t like to wear orange sweatshirts, and they didn’t carry any. Who could blame them? Luckily older boys apparently will wear orange long sleeved shirts, so I got one, hoping it will work just as well as a sweatshirt. Then after winding our way through the store, grabbing necessary items and asking Evan to hurry up and not to touch that again, we found ourselves in the craft department, where I proceeded to find the type of material I wanted in the last aisle I looked. Figures.
So, Evan, which one do you want, blue, purple, or black? Evan, pay attention. No, Evan, we’re not getting that material. Do you want purple, blue, or black? Evan. Evan. Sean, stay in your seat; here have a pen to play with. Evan, which one? No, not that one. Get up and come over here, Evan. I swear child I am going to pick for you. Evan. Blue? No. Ok. Purple? Black! Ok, black. And some silver. Come on; don’t touch. Evan, we don’t need marbles. Put them back. Put them back now. Come here. Sean, get down. Evan, stop touching the material. Don’t touch that either. Don’t uh-oh; you threw the pen on purpose; you meant to. Please, god.
So after we got the material cut, with Evan telling me he know wants to be a spider as he trails me through the crafts as I pick up some more materials for the costumes. I have now gone to the zen place, where I actually don’t hear him any more, just white noise. We sweep into the Halloween section as I keep a careful eye on Evan, who was frightened of Halloween stuff last year due to an incident with a life size monster. (Chalk one up for Daddy) Far from frightened, Evan pointed out what costumes he liked and what he wanted. Then I picked up the hat, a witch’s hat with a spider dangling from the top and a ribbon of black tulle with sparkles. “I WANT THAT!” Evan cried, rushing to put it on his head. He danced around the aisle as I figured I could remove the ribbon and had one of those glow necklaces for trick-or-treating. Then I grabbed a broom. That cinched the deal. Hat on, broom dragging behind him, Evan followed me through the rest of the store as I got the last few items on the list; while, Sean ehh-ed and ahh-ed for the broom.
So now I have to make the costumes, which I’m a little timid to do because I haven’t sewn anything harder than a blanket in years. I’m sure once I start it’ll be a piece of cake, and I’ll laugh at my worries. But until then . . . . I just better start now so I stop second guessing myself, and if I actually do mess up, I will still have time to buy more material and ask my mom for help.