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Here are the pictures of our costumes this year!   I planned to dye Bryce's pants and shirt with Rit dye, but there wasn't any in our entire town, so I used Tumeric. It actually worked better than Rit dye, and was cheaper. Here I am dressed as Carmen freakin' Miranda with my little banana and monkey. I am not just striking that pose for cuteness, it turns out it is kind of hard to carry a baby and balance a pile of fruit on your head, I figured it out eventually though. And now at last this ridiculous Halloween night is over and we can focus on good holidays instead! Yay for Thanksgiving and Christmas!!!!!

So, despite my best efforts, Halloween is happening again this year. To make the best of things we have some pretty good costumes this year. I bought Ewan's monkey (Curious George) costume, and modified existing things for Bryce's Man-in-the-yellow-hat costume, but I made McGirlie's baby banana costume!  I cut out 4 peel pieces, 4 inner peel half pieces, 4 banana hat pieces (one with a face openeing cut into it, and one folded strip to finish around the face opening. I sewed all the white pieces to the peel and then sewed all but one set of peel edges together. (My machine couldn't handle 4 layers of blanket felt so I sewed up to where the white began with the machine and closed it up another 5 inches by hand later.) I sewed the banana hat pieces together and sewed the strip around the inside of the face opening. The awesome thing about this project is that the seams mimic the lines on a banana. Bananas don't have horizontal seams so when attaching the hat make sure...

No one can resist.

When I was a kid I was suspicious of my mom. Specifically that she was secretly throwing away my toys when I wasn't looking. I could never catch her in the act. But things had a tendency to disappear. Like my swan Keyper. Yeah, I still remember. And now that I am also a mom, I know that my suspicions were right on. Welcome to the circle of life punk.

Pardon me! I'm new here. I have the best brother, and I love everything about him. He's even nice to me when I spit up on everything. (Mom calls this, "cheese".) But people keep telling me that he's "a big ham." Does this look like a big ham to you? Oh well, I hear ham is good with cheese!

Imagine that nursing a baby was the same as giving the baby some food from behind a door. That is how I feel about pretty much every nursing bra or shirt.