Happy NaBloPoMo! I’m celebrating it by posting already a day late (hurray for the date-changing powers of blogging).
Here’s Emma’s costume this year for Hallowe’en:
She told me she wanted to be a mummy — I first thought she said “mommy,” which would have been an even easier costume to put together (all she’d have to do is look exhausted and carry around an americano).
Instead, I was the proud mama of a mummy grrrl, which was especially awesome, considering most girls her age were dressed as clichéd princesses. Give me a day of the dead mummy grrrl any day.