Cluck, Cluck

Dear Sarah,
Halloween is in a few days and I would be lying if I told you it took me months to nail down a costume.

I am NOT lying when I tell you that I have had your Halloween costume for roughly 7 years.

So here is what happened...

I worked at Old Navy for few years right out of high school and the first year I started I was the one that unpacked the costumes for da babies.

There was one that stood out, on a scale of 1 to 10 on a cuteness scale it was an 11.

It was a chicken costume.

I watched as moms walked out of the store with their babies and chicken costumes, pulling my uterus heart strings at the thought of the chubby faced cherub as the chicken.

It took all the strength 18 year old me had to not buy one.

But that would be weird wouldn't it?

I watched as the costume supply dwindled, went on clearance and then became non-existent. I was a little relieved when the last chicken sold, the temptation was gone and I could get on with my life.

Then 365 days after first laying eyes on the chicken, there it was, staring me down with its cuteness.

This is where things get a little weird, what am I talking about they already are, let's just fall further down the rabbit hole.

I didn't just want to be THAT girl that started a baby keepsake box of baby whatnots because I was just dating your dad and not to mention I was only 18.

I got home that night and snuggled the build a bear your dad had made me and then it happened.

"This is about the size of a newborn baby" I said to myself and from there I actually justified that I needed that chicken costume for my bear because what bear doesn't need a chicken costume meant for a newborn baby?

Then things spiraled out of control further.

I went in to work and purchased a costume.

I know what you are thinking, its not a newborn size.

I know this, they didn't have it so I bought the smallest size they had which was 3-6 month and STILL told myself and others that it was for this bear...

Denial.

I will admit the level of excitement I felt when I realized that after years of saying "Maybe when I have baby they will be the right age to wear this for Halloween", and it actually happening was probably higher than it should have been.

A lot higher.

Anyway, that is how your first ever Halloween costume came to be.

aka, your mother is crazy.

Love,
Mom