the next train to crazy: it's like a brett favre comeback. again. and again.

well folks, here we are. once again. bringing it back.

i know i have let you all down time after time with the promise of a return to the blogging scene.

i like to disappoint often, that way the only way to go is up.

so, really, it's been a pretty huge success for me.

but seriously, i do plan to bring it back. for real. really.

that being said, let's start with this......................

halloween, 2011.

the saga continues.

this year big c "chose" to be toucan sam, and little c "begged" to be captain crunch.

i couldn't let them down, because that's the type of mom i am, so i got started immediately constructing their costumes.

no, big c didn't cry when we discussed her costume. not like she did when we took her to twice the ice, anyway. i'm not sure who started that rumor.

okay, so they were tears of joy. let it go, people.

little c, on the other hand, embraced his future with open arms.

see?

he owned the costume.

and his day started at school. a school full of princesses, iron mans, darth vaders, captain americas and batmans.

and m&ms.

and bumblebees.

and not too many cereal characters. naturally.

and his anal mom may or may not have made him take it all off so he didn't mess it up while he ate. or played. or walked. or breathed.

rightfully so. look at his face.

no seriously, look at his face.

cutest. kid. ever.

well, cutest since big c. what kind of mom would i be to pick a favorite?

speaking of captain america... he just so happens to be little c's bestie.

and darth jack completes their trifecta of trouble.

i love these boys.

i also love this toucan. at an age when most little girls would cringe at the thought of wearing a leotard with orange tights (and undies that stick out of the side), big c rocked it.

no pretty princesses in our house.

but we did trick or treat with big c's other half, little red riding hood. the two of them are together all. the. time. yet, the aviator just realized how pretty she is. maybe it was the dress? or maybe it was the hope that she was carrying something good in that basket?

whatever it was, he was struck by her beauty. um, duh. she looks just like her mom, my pal, maily. you might remember her from "even aviators wear sweaters". she's the butt of most of my jokes.

because i'm a good friend. and that's what good friends do. they make you feel lousy about yourself.

okay, but seriously, aren't they the cutest?

the crappiest?

the creepiest little kidiots?

i digress. so, after cramming down 3 pizzas in 4 minutes, the clan headed to the costume contest in our hood. i'll fudge this part slightly and tell you that there were over 200 entries. here are some of them...

and speaking of ADORABLE, um can you say "cutest minnie mouse EVER?" this is baby S. you first met her in the halloween blog last year. she was baking in maily's fat stomach.

i heart her. she gives me the baby fix i so need. and then she goes home. it's a win win.

um, so in the midst of all that was happening, i forgot to take a bunch of pictures of the costume contest. you know, the one with over 200 entries.

little c won. the end.

it was my 15 minutes of fame. it's the little things.

then off to trick or treat.

and let me add that our neighborhood is the bomb for candy loot. the military likes to have kids. a lot of kids. like, a LOT of kids. and they congregate here once a year, in costume, to collect candy for their fat moms... like me.