In Which Connor The Yeti Makes A Reappearance, And I Am A Ghost Clown

 Connor decided he wanted to wear his yeti hat to school today for show-and-tell.  It's the first time I've ever seen him actually ask to wear a hat.  "Want hat please" he signed, staring at it after I asked him what he wanted to bring.  Not a phrase I ever thought I'd see from him, that's for sure!

I'm perfectly fine with this, because not only do I enjoy rewarding the little guy when he communicates clearly what he wants, but he's ridiculously adorable in it.  Also I'd like to stretch Halloween out as long as possible, because I'm not ready for Christmas yet.  I'm pretty sure Thanksgiving is supposed to be in between somewhere, but not if you're going by what's in the stores right now.  Connor is thrilled that all the Christmas decorations are out because he goes nutso for all of the lights, but it makes shopping with him a little bit dicey because he gets overstimulated after about five minutes and starts yelling at the top of his lungs.  At least he did last year; he's come a long way since then.  Maybe I'll get about ten minutes out of him this year. 

So I'm doing my best to ignore the fact that for the next two months I'm going to be condemned to running the 500 Yard Shopping Dash every time we're out of paper towels or kitty litter by bragging some more about my son's Halloween costume.  And seriously, the kid has way, waaaaaaaaay better taste in costumes than I did as a kid.  Case in point:

There we are: me, my little sister, and my cousin.  I know it's hard to tell under all that fabric, but that brilliant and astonishingly accurate rendition of a Ghost Clown is none other than little ol' me.  It started out as a plain old ghost costume, but I'd already worn it two or three years in a row and decided it needed to be spruced up.  I believe this was one of my last years of trick-or-treating; I was about ten in this picture. 

I look like a Tootsie Roll Pop with a wig on.  And trust me when I say that this is a classic example of one of my "creative ideas" when it came to fashion.  I totally would have worn that to school.

So I can't help but be proud that Connor seemed to inherit exactly none of my fashion sense.  Though to tell you the truth I'm not sure exactly where his fashion sense came from.  Certainly not from Jeremy; the man wears shorts in forty degree weather and before he married me his entire wardrobe was composed of free t-shirts he got in college. 

But at any rate Connor wore his hat quite proudly to school, and did a fantastic job there; blowing through one of his IEP goals (he stayed on his tummy without protesting for 26 minutes!) and just having one heck of a good time!  As far as I'm concerned, he's earned the right to wear his yeti hat any day of the week!

I may have to get one myself.  If I pull it down far enough, I bet I can block out most of the Christmas music at the grocery store.

~Jess