The One-Eyed Twinkie

Since this is Ava's first Halloween and at nine and a half months she's the perfect baby-age to enjoy dressing up, I've been stewing over her costume since July.  

It had to fit with her unique personality.  It needed to say "I'm adorable, inquisitive, and my laugh is slightly diabolical."

So food themes and harmless fluffy animals were out.

So were overmarketed Disney characters, outdated Hanna-Barbera cartoons, and any creature too typical or spooky.

So we were down to Curious George(ette), a Minion, or a Narwhal.

Feast your peepers on the winner!:

Over the course of a month or so, Miss Christy hunted down the components of a convincing Minion getup and pieced them together for my Squishbutt, from the lemony onesie down to the wacky pipe cleaner hairs on her cap!  Now doesn't that beat the tar outta buying an overpriced costume from our local mass retailer -- you know, the kind that just looks kind of like a flattened version of whatever it's supposed to be?

So we took the one-eyed Twinkie for a trial run at the Kidsource Halloween carnival.  

(Kidsource is where A-bird receives four types of therapy, and she's taken to the whole thing like a minnow to water.)

Most everyone who had seen a movie in the last ten years could easily identify who she was masquerading as.  The rest declared that "he" made a fine one-eyed bumblebee.  Sheesh.

(And that still doesn't top the Halloween I went as one of Robert Palmer's video vixens and ended up being asked multiple times if I was Lillith from the sitcom Frasier.  Apparently I was more severe than saucy.  D'oh.)

We got through a few photo ops....

....a hayride.....

....and a hot dog before Sweet Cheeks became EEEEK Cheeks.....

....and fell soundly asleep.