Last week when I was looking around for a Halloween costume appropriate for an expecting lady, I saw so many costumes that mostly consisted of decorating my belly. Like, I would dress as someone who happened to have a pumpkin or basketball or globe or egg yolk just magically floating directly in front of me. Um. No.
That’s not to say Baby P didn’t get a starring role in my costume, though. We didn’t bother to take a full-length photo, but hopefully you can still tell who we are.
Mr. P really is the cheese to my macaroni.
(Bonus points for wearing these costumes to a parochial high school football game, amirite?)