Because, in the end, that’s what it was.
My husband Steve has been making costumes, piñatas, and cakes for his boys for the past few years. I figure we are close to the time when our kids, or at least our oldest, won’t want a homemade costume any more. Maybe that won’t happen, but I will always remind my kids that the endless hours spent in the garage, the numerous trips to Home Depot or Lowe’s to replace a dead part or buy more X-Acto blades, was all worth it the moment they saw their costume and the smile reached all the way up to their eyes.
Credit goes mostly to Steve, of course, who is given a challenge and decides to knock it out of the park, but to the people that help in different ways – Gran, who came over and painted and glued and kept Steve company until 4 in the morning one night. Grandpa, who goes to every school parade to cheer on his grandsons, and who helps them get ready in the classroom.
Yeah. By the way, those are penlights 😀
Our boy at his school parade:
Side and back views of Gipsy Danger:
(by the way, our son’s sweetheart is somewhere on these pics, but I didn’t tell you that – sshhhhhh!)
Steve also made the call to go to Aidan’s karate studio party in the afternoon. He was desperately wanting sleep but Aidan was very excited about going, so daddy went, too:
My friend J’s daughter and Gipsy Danger had a lot to discuss:
There was a costume contest, and my boy posed and flexed for the judges.
There was a little drama around trick-o-treating time, but all was well in the end, and now my dining room table is full of Gipsy Danger parts. We’ll save the head, of course, for our (someday) Hall of Fame. Aidan loves the gloves he wore as part of the costume so those are being worn today 😀
My husband’s dedication to making our boys’ lives magical is definitely something I am thankful for.