It's hard to believe that this is the fourth year we've forced Cheeky to mimic some anthropomorphic character for a night of loud noises, fake blood, and sucrose-induced hysteria. It seems like just yesterday when she was a baby duck shoved helplessly into her exer-saucer, but the photographic evidence indeed shows that we've already been through bumblebee and kitty cat iterations. This year, she wanted to do something different, and in a
not so bold move insisted on being princess. As long as she could be a ladybug, too.
"Cupcake in hand" was a common theme in all our Halloween pictures.
Not visible in this picture: the searing pain in my shoulders from holding the world's heaviest ladybug over my head long enough for a good picture.
Generally I don't let bugs this size land on my head. It reminds me too much of King Kong.
Not the perkiest princess I've ever seen. Perhaps she's been stunned by the intense collage of colors in her outfit.
Before you make any comments on how her mouth looks a little too much like the Joker's, it's worth noting she has about 17 oz. of Tootsie Roll in her left cheek, presumably being stored there for the winter.
Of course these pictures do little justice to my costume, which was that of an aging dork trying to awkwardly recapture a hip youth he never actually had by wearing a hoodie, and Oodgie's costume of a bored, lonely housewife masking the emptiness of her existence with bunny ears. I think we pulled both off fairly well.
I hope everyone had a great Halloween! Now I have to rummage through the leftovers for any remaining peanut butter cups and Butterfingers...