(A couple of my favorite blogs have done this in the last few days and I have decided to join them.)
On Clark's first Halloween I decided to take it upon myself to dress him up like something I knew he would never ever agree to dress up like later.
He was only nine months old and I reasoned that he would probably leave the necessary plastic Clark Kent glasses on for around three seconds and that it would take me at least eight seconds to pose and snap a picture. But I had a plan! I nursed him until he fell asleep and then drew one side of the glasses on his face as fast and furiously as I could with a freshly sharpened waytooexpensivetobeusingforthispurpose eye-pencil. I nursed him on the other side; repeat.
I thought I was a genius.
Then I rolled him over to find the first side got all smudged as I was drawing on the second side, and then while touching up the first side, I got the second side messed up. Bad words were muttered and eye-pencils resharpened. I would get them so they looked okay on one side and then realize the other side was too high and uneven. I would fix that and then he would rub them up with his chubby baby wrists. Erase! Start over! Re-draw! I did not give up.
I think I spent several hours just getting those glasses right. Hours, friends. Hours with an eye pencil and a wiggling baby. A baby too young to go trick-or-treating or have any clue it was a holiday or be bribed to hold still. A baby who was wearing his costume only for me and my camera.
It's been two years, and looking back at these photos I am so so glad I am crazy.
(For Alice's first Halloween I didn't even dress her up. I hope she never reads this.)