The increasing theme of my blog has been cupcakes because EB, when she was around 2 years old, said, “Happy Cupcake” instead of “Happy Birthday.” She loves the tiny treats, in all flavors, frosting first, but especially when the sole purpose of the cupcake is to celebrate birthdays. Her worlds collide and she can’t stop singing the birthday song. This is my child’s idea of heaven, you see.
I asked what Eebs wanted to be for Halloween about a month ago and she told me “Crayon Princess,” whatever that is. I had a dream, you see. I wanted pictures of us as a cupcake family. It was blog fodder to the extreme. I’ve never been involved in a group costume, the kiddos would be adorable and delicious-looking, and Hubs would be ironic and hilarious. Or maybe steamrolled into doing it, but whatever.
My dreams came to fruition one day when I was selling some of Ans’ baby clothes to a consignment store. They had a slightly too-small cupcake costume for her! It was 12 mo and she’s in 18 mo, but what are a few tears of discomfort when you have a lifetime of pictures to enjoy? Suck it up, baby. Mama’s dream is bigger than all of us.
Once EB saw her sister’s costume, she couldn’t not participate. They love matching! And she remembered that cupcakes were her thing to begin with, that I had just co-opted them because she’s a born leader. So I got on Amazon Prime and accidentally ordered 3 costumes on my MIL’s account as well as sent them to her house in the hill country. Whoops. EB’s was perfect – a cherry headband, a gauzy shirt with sparkly sprinkles, and a comfortable enough outfit in all. I’ve gotten my money’s worth with how much she’s worn the thing up until yesterday. I found exactly one male and one female adult cupcake costumes. The one for boys just had to be dirty in its own way. It said, “Eat me.” For reals? This is for children! What grown man would wear that without daughters putting the pressure on? (Like how I blamed it on the girls?) And all of the rest of the female costumes were slutty. Blerg on a stick. Mine wasn’t bad, exactly. But I did want one as extravagant as EB’s. (Read: gauze and sparkles.) It’s fine. It’s all for the kids anyways.
To top off this day (that was an unintentional cupcake pun in case you missed it), I volunteered at EB’s school at the Cupcake Walk for their Fall Festival. Oh, yeah. I handed out cupcakes, dressed as a cupcake, to my little cupcake and her class. That’s so meta.
That little cupcake figured out that if she was fast enough, probably fueled by the cupcakes at school and belatedly celebrating my birthday the night before with ones my MIL made me, she could eat candy all day long. Every time I turned around, she was back in her basket from trick-or-treating at school. I hid the early stash for the evening trick-or-treating, and the only way to slow down her sugar consumption was to have her drag the wagon of babies. If she was riding in the wagon, she gobbled and exacerbated her metamorphosis from cute cupcake to cupcake monster. We had to call it a night after about 45 minutes. There were issues getting her into the car, into the child seat, buckling, wearing the costume or not wearing the costume to buckle, and convincing the passers-by that we weren’t, in fact, abusing the small cupcake in the back seat. Hopefully the other families in the Mueller neighborhood (which rivals the Zilker neighborhood for Halloween participation) understood that we had a full-on candy-induced meltdown.
Halloween, we flew a little too close to the sun, didn’t we. See you next year. Tell me about your Halloween! Any meltdowns? Cute costumes, meticulously planned, that refused to be worn? Best night ever? That was EB last year, not wanting to wear the Chicky Baby wig. The one that Pee Wee posted a pic of on his FB page.