It was not an easy road, my friends. In addition to all the issues with the costume that I mentioned in my last post, I'd forgotten to mention that the jumpsuit was completely sheer. And do you know that it is IMPOSSIBLE to find baby long johns this time of year?
Consequently, after fruitlessly searching everywhere for plain white boy’s pants that were thin enough to fit under the Elvis costume, out of sheer desperation, I ended up with these very manly pants.
(Don’t worry! I cut off the NUMEROUS FLUFFY RUFFLES.)
Finally, the moment of truth was here. We grabbed T and dressed him in the girls’ leggings masculine white pants and an undershirt, and with bated breath, put the costume on.
Do you remember how it looked before?
“Oh noes!”
I’m proud to say that it now fit him perfectly.
He got into character quite well.
Although, given my penchant for dressing up…
And the various costumes I’ve dressed him in before, oftentimes for no discernible reason whatsoever…
I call this one “Ari Gold.”
This is "Typical New Jersey Guy."
His actual Purim costume last year.
…I suppose that I shouldn’t be surprised at how well he took to becoming The King. I’m also happy to say that THIS King has much better eating habits than his namesake. A few moments ago, he toddled into the dining room and saw me unpacking our baskets of Purim treats from friends.
He took one look at the pile, and asked me for the orange.
Atta boy, Elvis.
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16 comments:
When I was little, I was (And still am) OBSESSED with the "All of a kind family" books about a Jewish family on the lower east side at the turn of the family.
I totally BEGGED my mom to let me celebrate Purim, but she responded something like "We live in Utah and we're Mormon."
Whatever.
I TOTALLY felt like I was being gypped.
And now?
I NOW HAVE PROOF THAT I TOTALLY WAS, DAMMIT!!!
(He looks so freaking adorable)
oops! "TURN OF THE CENTURY"
Duh.
By the by? In case you were wondering? The one and only "Mormon Holiday" is "Pioneer Day" in July to celebrate the Mormons settling Utah.
Dressing up as a Pioneer and hauling a freaking Handcart in a parade is NOT NEARLY AS COOL as this.
Gypped, I tell you!
(I'm just sayin...)
I will now shut up. I promise.
That you dress your toddler up as a late vintage Elvis makes me adore you. (Adore you MORE, I suppose.) The ruffled pants just make it all the better.
Those ruffled leggings are AWESOME.
As are your sweet sewing skillz.
I am thinking we should become Jewish Christians so we can dress us TWO times per year and get TWICE the candy!
The photos of T are absolutely priceless.
Worth every bloody finger and stray string that will be sticking to your butt for weeks.
Man, was that a can of Miller Lite? Who gives a toddler a can of beer?
Gahh! The cheeks! How is such cuteness possible? The late Elvis look is rad and the cow costume is freaking adorable.
SO cute. Love the sideburns and glasses!
He is just too cute for words! You did a great job on the costume.
seriosuly- the costume rocked. I loveeeeeeee the side burns! If you go to my blog you can see my daughters first purim costumes. Lets just say, they were not digging it.
SO SO SO cute.
He picked the orange? That is so totally cute.
Your son is all kinds of adorable. I love that he smiles with his mouth wide open. It'll be fun to see if he's still like that when he's all grown up. Heehee.
Hey, and props to you on the mad hemming skilz! Booyah!
I totally think Elvis would have worn the ruffles.
Also, he went for the orange?? Really?? That settles it: your family is too damn perfect for words.
Omigod, but that's a lot of cuteness all in one place, there. The sunglasses were a nice touch, too.
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