I have just hung up the phone with the umptieth person who asked me what my kid is going to be for Halloween. I never knew that choosing your 2 year old's Halloween costume would be elevated in parental decision making hierarchy to the same level as whether or not to vaccinate. I was going to either make him a pillow case ghost or throw a bag over his head and write "Mommy had Surgery" but according to, well, everyone, that is just unacceptable. I am not crafty. I hate to shop. I don't like wandering around in the dark with a hyperactive 2 year old. I don't like for my kid to eat candy. I don't believe in ghosts or goblins and don't live in a neighborhood. Perhaps my aversion to Halloween is becoming more clear. Due to the fact that I shopped in an Eckerd three days before the actual event Nicky is going to be one of the two remaining costumes in his size. The funny thing is that I actually stood there and contemplated for a very long time between the two. Did I want my baby to be dressed up like a big furry dog? Cute? Certainly! Hot? Most likely. Annoying to him? Undoubtedly. But how many more years would I get the chance to dress him up in something precious and innocent without fake blood and flashing lights? He really does like dogs but I think he would be more comfortable in the little Harley biker outfit. He would have more mobility, nothing on his head, I could warm him up with an undershirt, the little net shirt with the fake tattoos is really cute....
I swear, I put less thought into public vs. private school and I stood in the store laughing at myself for a good 10 minutes. It turns out that this IS the rest of my life, agonizing over every decision that concerns my son and trying to take every eventuality into account. Worrying over his comfort and happiness and taking every chance to keep him close to me while not stifling his independence. What pressure, what responsibility, and what fun!
