well, we crushed it again.
by "crushed it" of course i mean, went way over the top with our homemade costumes and made giant spectacles of ourselves. and it was amazing.
a few of yall guessed right when you saw the sneaky peek of the the vest; which was diego's! chanelle actually named all 4 of our characters based just on that photo. stanley nickels to you, my friend!
so we thought of this idea on sunday night and pitched it to the kids. when they fully embraced being dora and diego, we knew the hard part was done.
um, hi. yes. they are perfection. even down to the unintentional pose similarities.
ok here's the rundown of how everything was made:
backpack & rescue pack: already owned, snagged each from goodwill a while back for 99 cents each (added extra elastic strap length to rescue pack and covered with leather accent)
hair: $2 spray color from wal mart.
dora's bracelet: made from beads
diego's watch: printable from nick jr
baby jaguar stuffed animal: goodwill $1
dora's socks: sewed a ruffled strip of scrap fabric to white socks
diego's patch: printed from internet onto sticker paper.
diego's vest: my crowning achievement, made from a foul $2 women's blouse from goodwill and an old set of cargo shorts.
the blouse and the shirt i used to pattern the vest from. VEST believe (eh?) i didn't show judah what his vest was BEFORE, or he would have NEVER accepted it.
and the final vest. i cannibalized some hand me down khaki cargo shorts for the pockets and the collar (i LOVED the style of the shorts but they were Sean John brand, and i think i'm not allowed to own that stuff?). added a nice industrial zipper from my stash and the official digeo patch. i love this thing and it will remain in the kids' dress up box until oblivion.
so dora and diego were adorable and perfect, but they would have been lonely all by themselves. we felt like they needed some familiar faces (muzzles) from their world to make them more at ease:
boots the monkey and swiper the fox!
yes. thank you. this IS real life and that is how we walked around in front of other humans (99% of whom, if over the age of 10, were NOT in costume).
jesse and my costumes are pretty self explanatory. goodwill for the grey hoodie, and fox top and bottom (bottoms were ladies plus sized ahahahaha...rust is a hard color to find!) and then scrap fabric just sewn on in the right places. jesse's nose is cardstock and pipe cleaners. felt ears for both of us.
okay so, a few of my favorite parts of the evening:
judah being SO paranoid about his luscious locks being turned brown. he was concerned that he wouldnt look like a boy anymore (he has seen brown headed male children before, so i dunno), and then that the texture was all rough and sticky (as opposed to lush and silky per his usual).
mild-to-moderately extremely concerned.
when we first arrived it was as it is every year for me: an utter stress meltdown and introvert's nightmare. i am already a little frazzled from a million last minute DIY additions to the costumes, am looking for someone to take pics for us as the light fades, my kids have been given emotional PCP/angeldust by the overstimulation of seeing all the people/costumes/games/rides, my husband is being mister extrovert and is method acting AS Swiper to anyone who comes near us, and i am trying to just get everyone inside and fed some hot dogs so that there is something to wage war against a case of the candy-evils in my kids stomachs. and just for fun, this year my uterus is summiting Mount PMS and is tricking my brain into lunacy as all this occurs.
so of course when my kids begin wantonly disobeying my missives to follow me (WHY ARE YOUR SHOES OFF!?!?!) or stay close as we go check in, i have to discipline them. here comes the "my favorite" portion).
just imagine all the onlooking children who were likely traumatized for life by a big mommy style Boots the Monkey getting all stern and consequenc-y on Dora and Diego at church halloween party. ah, golden moment!.
to be fair, even smiling, Mommy Boots is pretty creeptastic, right layla? (i forgot i was already dressed like this when i went to wake her up from her nap. oh, she jumped a good 3 cm when i came boots-ing in)
the opposite of favorite was the several incorrect guesses of our costumes we got. i got one, "mommy, look, a Teletubby!" and jesse got several "hey, what does the fox say?" unacceptable.
for the most part though, people TOTALLY got swiper. jesse hammed it up to the max and attempted to swipe any kid's candy who told him "no swiping!" he even tricked judah and swiped and ate a bite of his pepperoni pizza while in character. judah was NOT AMUSED no matter how much jesse said, "i'm swiper! thats what i do!" judah kept saying, "no DADDY [would not call him swiper while offended], dont eat my pizza!" ok, boundary discovered and noted!
"SWIPER NO SWIPING!"
Put Up Your Dukes does not condone or support the above treatment of baby jaguar. Diego has issued an apology and will be attending sensitivity training.
washing the kids hair our was so gross and yet pleasing. i made the mistake of giving layla a bath and when her shampoo foam started spewing chocolate milk bubbles, i knew the tub was soon to follow in browness. judah took a shower so they wouldnt end up with a soaked-in tan from supersaturated brown tub water. (the spray in stuff washed out super easy with only one shampooing. that stuff was SO worth it).
sweet lil' dora.
when i brought home jesse's gloves i was so excited to have found perfect purple gloves at goodwill for $2. and then jesse started complaining that they were the wrong color and swiper's stuff was blue. i totally disagreed and thought violet at most. we stubbornly both agreed to disagree on the color and just decided, purple would have to do since it was what we had.
as i was making the swiper headband thing, judah came in and, 100% unprompted, goes (with jesse within earshot) " mommy, let me show you what real blue looks like" as he brought me a blue marker. fair enough, boys.
happy halloween from a bunch of lunatics!
if youre wondering: where was swiper's tail?! you are not alone. in what had to have been the low point of our marriage, we got in a HUGE fight about a damn cartoon foxtail. there was no tail, everyone still recognized him as swiper, and we are still married. maybe this is all we need to know.
ok so this was year #5 of this malarkey. can we officially retire now?