Wednesday, October 28, 2009
On Bob’s first Halloween, he was almost six months old. Since we weren’t up for the baby pimping trick or treating thing where the parents drag the infant flower/puppy/pea pod door to door and then split the candy between them (genius), this was a holiday celebrated by photo-op only.
Bob’s crafty-brilliant godmother, Jennifer, made him a tiny pumpkin costume. After she dropped it off at our house, I managed to stuff my flailing baby inside the fur jack o’ lantern and then laid him down on the white duvet to take a photo to email to Jen. With the combination of bad flash photography and white sheet background, Jen commented that it looked like we were selling Bob on Ebay. (Search Category: I Can’t Take It; Sub-Category: Cheeks Surplus)
For the “real” photo shoot, my friend Karen and I lugged our costumed babies (her son Ringo, a tiny tiger) to the fancy pumpkin patch in West Hollywood. Because it was LA and LA doesn’t know from autumn in October, it was creeping close to 85 at the patch. Our crabby kids were melting inside their little, sweltering, humiliation suits.
At their tender ages, our guys were not yet sitting up on their own very well. We took turns propping the guys up on stacks of pumpkins and then running back to try to get as many photos as we could before they slid down and softly face planted into the imported hay. They were in baby hell but we got our pictures for the grandmas and that’s what it’s really all about.
Trick or treat!
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