Now We're Getting Somewhere...

The costume is starting to take shape, and if all goes well with the head, by Halloween, my little Peanut should be transformed into the purple octopus of her dreams. (Does this make me an Octomom?) For all the time I've put into this thing, I should get to be Mom of the Year. Daphne could easily still fit into the Dorothy costume from last year (hooray for Target!). Oh well...it's been kind of fun working on it, and the best part is that she really appreciates it. This morning she went in and hugged it and said "It's byew-tiful, Mom!"

What a difference from yesterday, when there were many fits and tears and general bad behaviors. This picture was taken at Hamilton Park, right before a little public display of stinkerness which led to a quick retreat and a loss of the Hannah Montana guitar for at least a day. About every 8-10 days, my sweet little girl is temporarily (thank goodness!) replaced by Veruca Salt. It's no fun for anyone.

Last night, Kev bravely held down the fort and looked after Veruca so I could go to the Bloggers For Good event. It was fun, and I met some really nice people, whose blogs I look forward to reading. When I got home, Kev and the Peanut were watching the Wizard of Oz peacefully on the couch. Aaaah. Good Daphne is back.

OK, I have an octopus head to assemble. Watch out, Project Runway...