Bea and I spent a lot of time talking about what her costume would be this year. Because of her tendencies to get dramatic over nothing I wanted to make sure it was EXACTLY as she dictated. So, for weeks I would ask her what she wanted to be and every.time. she said "Angelina Ballerina". I even tried phrasing it different ways, like "Do you want to be a dinosaur, or a princess, or a ballerina" or "How about a giraffe, a ballerina, or a cupcake?" and every time she chose Ballerina. So, ballerina it was:
Holy smokes, was she a ballerina. She was a vision in pink:
One of the best parts of living in this neighborhood is that we see our neighbors regularly, and for Bea, that means seeing some of her closest friends at events like this:
|I guess the definition of "treat" is all relative ...|
|Wow, that's a really great costume. Did your mommy make yours too?|
As the night wore on, she wisely decided to take advantage of the stroller option, and covered her in blankets in between houses:
All-in-all, it was a fun, fun night. Despite the fact that even after walking 2+ miles, Bea was up and ready go this morning at 6 a.m...
And I have to tell you, no matter where she goes in life, or what she does, or how old she ever is... this image from last night is the one that will stay with me forever. It's my new favorite: