As we all know, this past weekend was Halloween. Peanut was a cheerleader this year, and she was totally into the whole concept. This was her first year doing the traditional trick-or-treating. She loved it! She called her Pom-Poms "Boom Booms" as well as "Poop Poops". And honestly, I thought that second one was pure genius. This child certainly has a bright future ahead of her.
I however, hated trick-or-treating. I remembered it being a lot more fun as a child. This year, I felt like a pack mule. By the end of the night I was carrying Peanut's coat, her candy bucket, her Pom Poms...and her. Plus my stupid ass thought flip flops would be, like, totally acceptable footwear.
I can be such an idiot sometimes.
Anyway, I took tons of pictures that night because that's my job as a mom. Take all the pictures, and 50% of the candy.
....Better make that 60%. I can't let a 3 year old eat all that candy, or I would be a horrible mother right? Right? Come on, just go with it. Humor me. After all, I fill your lives with humor by writing this hilarious kick-ass blog. So you totally owe me, bitches.
Out of all the pictures I took, one in particular captures the essence of my wonderful child in such a way that it would be a shame not to share it:
Omg what a totally cute cheerleader! She is so freakin adorable!
....Aaaaand she's picking her nose.
Diggin' for gold, apparently. She's got her finger so far up there she's gotta be touchin brain.
Burstin' with pride here, people. Simply bursting.
- ♫ Songbird ♫
- I'm 25 and clueless, trying to find my way through a world that is becoming more and more complicated. I'm a single mommy, learning the ropes of parenthood and adulthood and trying not to mess my child up too bad in the process. I moved to Kansas almost 5 years ago from Ohio, where I currently live with my beautiful 5 year old daughter, and our dachshund Oscar. I'm a shy person on the outside, but on the inside I'm a total weirdo. I always speak before I think, (yeah, read that one again) I dance like an epileptic, and I laugh at myself constantly. I love fart jokes and dirty language...who doesn't? And if you're one of those people that don't...well then, fuck you. *fart*