Birds of a Feather

Around here, tradition has it that Oliver will be a bird for Halloween. First, the Scarlet Tanager. Then the Wood Owl. Granted, it's only a 2-year tradition, but when we asked Oliver what he'd like to dress as for Halloween, he said Construction Worker. [Now, I'm pretty sure there is no construction bird, unless you count the baby bird and the Snort in Are You My Mother?] This was modified after a short discussion to, in fact, be Bob the Builder. So I stewed on it.  I thought I'd grab a hard hat and vest from work, maybe Papa's tool belt. I asked repeatedly. The answer was always Bob the Builder.Until two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago Oliver answered "Owl" to the whaddya wanna be for Halloween question. Hmm. But you were an owl last year. "I know". I kept asking. Still owl. I tried to figure out how to do a similar but different owl costume. I internetted.

Then, this week. All in vain. No Bob the Builder. No owl. An emphatic BLUE JAY. You sure? YUP! BLUE JAY. And Mama will be a Cardinal. Well, I continued to dodge the cardinal costume, but finally picked up some felt (recycled content no less!) and whipped the scrappy thing together with a whole 2 1/2 hours to spare.

All those crafty blog moms who write about how they work from home or spend hours with their babes crafting in their studios? They clearly live in a different universe than I. There was no tea, no gourmet chocolate. No Pandora, no dreamed-of-this project. No child off playing silently in a corner. In fact, there was very little "studio" time whatever. This was scrapped together on the floor on the landing then sewn up in a frenzy on the "Snowing Machine" to try to get it done and out of that room before he found anything else to be oh-so-toddler-curious about.

Then it was off to Downtown and the library with J the Bee! Good times. O's line was Trick or Treat Tweet Tweet! He thought of that himself.