Speaking of Cowboys…
One of the benefits of being a stay-at-home mom – with an only child at that – is time. I’d always dreamed of a passle of kids, and how each Halloween (one of my favorite holidays) I’d make aaallll their costumes. Since that’s not how things turned out, I put a lot of focus into just the one.
Meet “Woody Riding Bullseye,” not to be confused with an earlier plain ol’ Woody:
Since here there are eyebrows painted on, this might be the one and only picture of plain ol’ Woody. Maybe not, since the decorations in the background are the same. Hmm…:
Halloween! The costume’s barely finished, the last seam is stitched, and it’s time to go! I am NOT one of those moms who takes a lot of pictures. Now I’m grateful for any that exist of these costumes Adam and I toiled and pondered over, as blurry and poorly lit as they are!
If you look closely, you can see the foam “pull-string” ring in the back:
Bless his heart, Adam was a good sport and always willing to go whole hog once a costume was decided on, even if there was struggle involved. “It’s just once a year!” was our battle cry. Naturally, Bullseye’s head was HEAVY and Adam had to keep it aloft with the reins.
And even though it was a little embarrassing, showing up at school with these somewhat overly elaborate, many-pieced costumes that would come in several large paper bags to change into, he was not ashamed! My soul mate! Every bit as odd as me!
I am so grateful for the time we spent together. I love the young man my son is becoming, and each new phase brings new blessings and there are so many adventures still to come, but oh, how I love that little boy.