First Halloween

Like I mentioned in my last post, James has started noticing his hands.  After taking his 6 month pictures I had him lying on the bed still and he started doing it, and I managed to get a few shots.  Yay!  This completely steals my heart.

He caught me.

(My bedroom is definitely in WIP mode.  It drives me nuts, but home improvement is hard.)
Here are some pictures of James' halloween costume.  He is a parrot.  I made it myself, using this tutorial as a starting point.  It's not perfect and was done in a rush because I'm a huge procrastinator, but I feel pretty good about how it turned out.

Taken by my mom's iphone because we were at her house.

And here we are together at the stake halloween party.  I was a pirate because OF COURSE I WAS A PIRATE.  I just can't knock the habit.

He must have really been channeling his inner parrot because he made squawking noises all night.  Of course he had ripped off and tried to eat a few of the feathers before we even made it to the party.  I guess he needed to molt. 

And I forgot what else I was going to say.  It's been one of those days.

i carry cap guns in my purse

i do. i think halloween is a fantastic holiday because it gives me an excuse to spend money on fake pirate pistols and lacy garters with miniature gun holsters built into them. i'm reminded of this every time i look in my purse to get something and see a gun. because i put it in there and forgot about it. because of course a pirate captain would carry an old navy purse with her to halloween parties; where else would she keep her spare eyepatch and cell phone?

so, this is my blog. welcome to it. before we get into all the great things i have to say about stuff and stuff, i probably need to explain some things.

firstly, don't ask me to explain the title. i simply can't. but isn't it true?

secondly, if you hadn't already noticed, i don't capitalize much. of anything. even ed harris didn't warrant a capitalization of his proper noun-being self. it's nothing personal, and it's not just a long-running typo; it's an artist's quirk, if you will. everyone is allowed at least one of those. (unless you're actually an artist. then you get, like, dozens.)

thricely... uh, i don't really have great things to say about stuff and stuff. maybe occasionally something epiphanesque will jump in and be like "i'm here! i validate this entire blog!" but don't expect it.

and lastly, i make up words.


there you go. :)