lameoween & a lesson in nursery rhymes

lameoween was pretty much the worst this year. chalk it up to a baby that doesn't sleep, a husband who works his tookiss off and a mama bear who is so tired she doesn't even blog anymore [the ultimate sacrifice].

either way, we did what we could and filled the days leading up to it with cute outfits such as these.

before we got married, justin and i had planned our first halloween as parents cautiously. we couldn't do any lame run of the mill outfit for our fancy fella. and then came the most brilliant idea ever.

many know the story but few know the ending. hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. the little dog laughed to see such sport and the dish ran away with the spoon.

nice right? totally wrong. why in the world would the spoon choose the dish? they are so wrong for each other. yes, the bowl offered her curved inside edges and depth but what the spoon really needed was someone her own size, someone who knew what it was like to be a utensil and be forced into people's mouth. so the spoon didn't choose the bowl but the fork.

so what happens after the fork runs away with the spoon?

they forked of course.

and while we didn't wear our costume to any party this year or do anything remotely halloweeney, we can always bundle this little number away for next year and sweep the trunk or treat costume contest.