Off to see the Wizard...

Abby attended her first costume party on Saturday, a Little Monsters Bash thrown by her friend Annabelle's mom.

We had searched high and low for just the right costume and had ruled out the standard newborn ensembles upon realizing that our daughter would not tolerate the headpieces associated with being a pumpkin, a pea pod, a banana or a hot dog. Since it seems that most Halloween costumes don't come in her size anyway, we went so far as to entertain the idea of a pet costume, but alas, found nothing quite right for our baby girl. (And anyway, the idea of dressing her as a prisoner or a fire hydrant just seemed...well....wrong.)

So off I went to the local fabric store to perpetuate the myth that stay-at-home moms have plenty of free time. I came home armed with red glitter paint, blue gingham and some teeny tiny ric rac--our daughter was just a few stitches away from being the most adorable little Dorothy ever.

Not bad for my first costume-making endeavor, if I do say so myself. Abby seemed pleased with it. Well, at least she didn't seem annoyed with it. She didn't spit up on it, which at this point is probably as close as I'll get to "Thanks mom! What a great costume!"