Superman 1.0
Superman 2.0
After Dillon's bowels exploded all over Superman 1.0, I made new undies. Felt doesn't launder well. I also had to remove the shield, hand wash it because some of the red ink was bleeding, machine wash the tights, onesie, and shield, reapply more red sharpie to the shield, and reattach the shield to the onesie. I also shortened the boot covers and gave them a finished top edge. Dillon went to the Magic House in Superman 2.0. But, he was still really sick and the pictures are just depressing because he was so sad.
Superman 3.0
After the Magic House, I added elastic to the boot covers to keep them from riding up. I also had to move the Velcro on the belt to make it tighter. Superman 3.0 is PERFECT! And once I got Dillon into Superman 3.0, he was all better!!!! He's had a few rough days just getting accustomed to not being carried everywhere, but he is SO happy now and we're having a blast.
"Please, no photography."
"Kidding! Bring it on."
"Check it out. I'm gonna fly!"
"I'm so happy to be Superman. And to be digesting my food properly."
Doesn't our street look lovely? Our Indian summer made for beautiful leaves.
"Hey there, fans."
"Fine, Mom. But, I'm pretty sure Superman's allowed to go in the street."
Dillon really got into trick or treating. I thought he would be too little. But, turns out it's a simple concept. Everyone has a bowl, and I need to stick my hands in every one. The trunk or treat at church was a great training ground. Then, yesterday, I took him trick or treating for real. He had a blast. Also, he REALLY likes candy. Are we surprised? I fed him a Reese's peanut butter cup on Sunday. Then I put some sweet tarts on the floor for him to eat. He dug around in the candy bucket until he found another Reese's. Then he threw it at me and grunted. Nice.
We did get one pic of the whole family. This is after bed-time Superman. Even heroes need their rest.
No one got that I was supposed to be Lois Lane. Ok, I didn't put THAT much effort into my costume. But, really...
...isn't it obvious? Oh, well. Everyone seemed to like the new hair color. I know it was an uncharacteristic and irresponsible move. But, I got to the point where I couldn't stand looking in the mirror because I felt like the most frumpy, boring, embarrassing version of myself was staring back. At least now my reflection is surprising. I have no regrets.
