Baby’s First Halloween | Taking Our Day’s Slower
Happy Halloween, everyone! My absolute favorite holiday and my baby’s first Halloween!
I can still remember all my most loved costumes from over the years, like when I was four-years-old and was a princess. Or five-years-old and was a cat. Or when I was six-years-old and was Esmerelda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. You get the point. I can remember and love them all! The one thing I remember the most about my costumes: my mom made them all!
I was feeling really ambitious earlier this fall to live up to the DIY standards my mom set for us all my life. I really wanted to DIY a baby costume for John. Unfortunately life was super busy and somehow Halloween is already here and done. Next year for sure.
We honestly didn’t do anything this year anyways, other than have Hocus Pocus playing all day on the TV and sit outside and give out candy in the evening. Although it rained all day, this evening was perfect outside. John wore a sweet little panda fleece (from my mom!) that he will continue to sport all winter. It’s too big for him and it’s so so so cozy. Sounds perfect for the upcoming winter months.
Last Halloween VS This Halloween
Last year I was carefully planning out my pregnancy letterboards, which included my 27 weeks update featuring all our leftover Halloween candy and read: feed me treats and tell me I’m pretty. Definitely our first year of Halloween where we didn’t waste any leftover Halloween candy. Baby loved sweets!
What a difference one year can make! Last Halloween I loved showing off my bump in my DIY pregnancy costume. I couldn’t wait for this years Halloween with my baby. I was convinced I would dress my little guy up in some kind of elaborate costume like I saw on so many babies that year. And now this year I caught myself thinking “I can’t wait for next year when he can walk and wear a costume and…”
And then I realize I can wait. Last years Halloween felt like it was just here. Next years will be here way to fast, too.
Sometimes I get caught up looking at my baby boy and thinking “I can’t wait for…” and I have to stop myself. Because John is already nine-months-old. Thanksgiving and Christmas will come and go, his first birthday will follow. I can wait.
Time moves so fast I even feel guilty for all the times I said “I can’t wait for him to sleep all night!” Because now he does. Now he doesn’t need me during the night. Now I can sleep in longer stretches. Maybe this was a bad example. But I think you still get the point.
This year I felt really lucky to just be hanging with my little guy.
As he gets older I will love love love trying to live up to the DIY costumes I was lucky to have my entire life. I would love for him to have all those special memories that I had, thanks to my mama always working hard behind her sewing machine.
Until then, we’ll keep trying to take our days a little slower.
Happy Halloween! ♡
