Happy Halloween 2012

ROAARRRR

For your Monday video enjoyment - my little man testing out his Halloween costume.  Have I mentioned lately how much I love this guy?

And one photo from his school Halloween parade.  I've titled it "I spy MOMMY!"

What is your kiddo dressing up as for Halloween this year? 

Anyone else?

I just saw this picture on Pinterest and had to laugh. So true some days...

Mini Moustache

A little humor for your Monday morning.  Enjoy!

(make sure your volume is turned up...it gets silly around the 55 second mark!)

Mommy Pressure

I used to like Halloween.  I mean, who doesn't like dressing up like a slut fool.  There was the year I was a beer wench (strangely I can't find those pictures....probably a good thing.)

 The year(s) I was a naughty nurse.  I even won the costume contest.  Thank you wonderbras (yes, there were two). 

The year I was Velma.

The year I was Little Red Riding Hood...

The year I was white trashy pregnant (baby bump courtesy of yours truly). 

I could go on and on.

But this year, I'm not liking Halloween.  The pressure is on and I'm feeling like a big mommy fail is about to happen.  The little dude has a Halloween PARADE at school.  In exactly one week.  And I have NO idea what he will be.  And worse, I feel like I need to be all crafty and make him something.  Because, you know, good moms sew and glitter and glue gun.  And Hell if I'm not a good mom.

So I need to get crafty.  Quickly. 

But we're talking about the little man.  And the little man is not a fan of all clothes.  He rarely likes hats.  I can't just put him in anything.  So where does that leave us?  What do I make?

We could go the Thomas the Train route.  He could be Sir Topham Hatt (i.e. the Fat Controller).  But that requires a top hat, which Luke would probably hate.  (And where does one buy a toddler sized top hat anyway?)  Maybe I could somehow turn him into a blue human-faced train.  Cardboard box style. The thought alone is laughable.

Maybe we'll channel Disney and go for Mickey Mouse.  Black turtleneck, red shorts over black pants. Black crocs on the feet.   A little face paint.  Topped with the ears.  Shit. The ears would be the downfall and you can't be Mickey Mouse without the signature ears.  I mean really.

Ok, the kid loves dinos.  Riiight.....let me just stitch up a little dinosaur costume on my non-existent sewing machine.  Moving on.

I do have an Oriental toddler outfit already on hand (don't ask), but Mr. Cob thinks this is in poor taste.  I hate admitting when he's right.  Any ideas on how to turn this into a politically correct costume????

Maybe I'll just dress him as a toddler fashion model.  I could handle that.  Corduroys.  Collared shirt.  Vest.  Million dollar smile.  Done.  If only I could get him to put on the cute loafers he has probably outgrown without ever wearing.

On second thought, I think I'll just go to Costco and pick up an outfit.  I probably already lost the mom-of-the-year contest with the bed jumping fail.  Why start pretending now? 

76

76.  75. (I started this yesterday) That's the number of days left in this year.  How crazy is that? 

I have a big well written blog post brewing in my head, but not the time right now to put it into words.  But it's been two weeks since I've said hello and I don't want you folks to start thinking there is some news on the Swan front that I'm hiding from telling you.  There is not.  Sorry to disappoint.

Life has been busy.  Mr. Cob and I went on vacation.  Alone. For a week.  With no cell service. It was amazing.  I missed my little dude, but not nearly as much as I thought I would (just being honest).  My days were spent sleeping in, reading trashy books and some novels, running, yoga-ing, spa-ing, red wine drinking and kissing on my man.  (Again, just being honest).  It was also nice to throw Haiti, Jamaica and Cozumel, Mexico in the mix.  And some new friends on the cruise ship.  And did I mention the spa?  It's possible I went more than once.  Or twice.  It was time well spent away from "life".  My batteries recharged.  My mom-atude was rebooted.  My work self was re-energized.  Mr. Cob and I reconnected.  All in all the trip was spectacular.  If you have a little one at home and are nervous to take a trip without him or her, DO IT.  And while Mr. Cob will cringe when I type this, sometimes it's good to remember that you were his wife before you were your baby's mom.

While we were away Lukas spent half the week with Mr. Cob's parents (Nana and PopPop) and the second half with my parents (SipSip and Up).  The grandparents all told us that we gave THEM a true gift by giving them this time with their grandson.  So it was a win-win all around.  And Lukas apparently wasn't bothered that we weren't around.  Daddy was on a cruise ship and mommy was working until the end of the week when Lukas decided that mommy was on the cruise ship with daddy.  Thanks buddy.  I swear he grew an inch while we were away and started talking even more.  I will say that I was ready to see him and hug on him when we got home Sunday morning.  It's nice to get away, but it's even nicer to come home.

Busy

Oh there is so much I have been meaning to write about but haven't made the time.  Life is busy.  Life with an almost 2 year old (OhmyGodhowdidhegetsoold?) is hectic.

Lukas recovered from his bed flipping incident.  I recovered as well.  However, there has been no bed jumping in the past week.

My office is moving to a new building this Friday, so work has been crazy.  I'm currently sitting in an empty office because all my "stuff" is in crates ready to be moved.  I'm really excited for our new space.  I'm viewing it as a big change without actually changing anything.  Does that make sense?  My view will no longer look south of the city.  Instead, my office (on the 27th floor) will overlook Peachtree Street going north into Midtown.  It'll be like I'm looking towards my little man and husband all day. 

Mr. Cob and I are leaving this weekend ALONE for 7 days to go on vacation WITHOUT the little dude.  I'm starting to get nervous about this decision.  I know Lukas will be in good hands with his grandparents, but will I be ok?  Will missing him overshadow the vacationing?  Should we have brought him with us?  Is it totally selfish to spend one whole week away from him?  Let's just say we ordered the wine package on the cruise so that should help ease my worries and my missing him.  I've also downloaded about 10 books to my Kindle (which I finally found after a year missing...in the glovebox of my car!).  I've booked a massage for the 2nd day.  I'm excited to sleep in and spend time with Mr. Cob.  I'm very excited for a week away from work!

The little dude is hilarious these days.  He sat down for a chat with me a few nights ago.  He's such a silly guy - make sure you have your volume turned on!



And I'll leave you with this picture of Lukas with his girlfriend, "Lisey".  He is so in love!