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October 19, 2006
"He can't be a pirate. Everyone is going to be a pirate this year."
Oh what to do.
Since the new Pirates of the Carribean movie came out I have dreaded this month. I know it's going to be a never ending parade of wanna be pirates from the moment the first carload of kids from outside our neighborhood shows up on the 31st. Rather than have the one true Pirate King be lost in the shuffle I sat down a few weeks ago and thought about what Jack should go as for Halloween.
After some thinking I finally came up with an idea. I made some notes and after a bit of thinking came up with the game plan. I sketched out the list of stuff I would need and started hunting for the goods last week. (Phone calls, internet shopping, etc.) This week the results started rolling into the house.
What did I come up with?
There's a new Sheriff in town.
I'm pretty pleased with the results. Jack's loves the gear and has been quick to bring the long arm of the law to the no good rustlers known as the cats. I've got to try to get a good picture of him where you can see the massive belt buckle I found in his size. All in all he's pretty happy and it's fun to hear him try to say "Reach for the sky!"
If you're wondering if he's wearing boots then here's your answer:
Snakeskin.
What's the point of being a little buckeroo if you don't have some style.
Posted by Jim at 09:16 PM | Comments (2)
October 21, 2006
"Carrying on a rich family tradition of Old West action since the early 1940's."
Part of my motivation for the Cowboy outfit is this picture:
That's my dad when he was just a little older than Jack. This picture is one half of a pair that he had framed for my stepmom a long time ago. (The other picture is one of my stepmom at about the same age in a ballerina costume.) I love the hat in this picture and the boots with shorts is a look that we can only hope he never tries again.
My dad is the youngest of four boys. (Only two of whom went to the Wee Wisdom pre-school, a point of mild contention to this day.) All of them played cowboys and indians growing up. I know this because of this:
These are my uncles, Randy and Chris, hanging out on the back porch, dressed up for the warpath. I am fairly certain that Randy is pleading the 5th or complaining about something to the photographer while Chris simply has a look of either a.) acceptance that they've been caught or b.) he thinks Randy is full of hot air. Either way it's fun to see the flip side of the cowboy costumes.
Posted by Jim at 02:39 PM | Comments (0)