Hellboy It Is! (Never thought I'd say that!)

As Brandon says... Winnah Winnah Chicken Dinnah!

I actually hate that he says that.

Its very annoying and I'm very irritable.

But Peyton agreed to be Hellboy tonight!!

I don't particularly like Ron Pearlman.  

(Can't forgive him as Clay Morrow)

But this little Hellboy at ComiCon is A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E.

And if I can't beat him I may as well aspire to be his mom.

JUST SO YOU KNOW

THIS IS NOT FINISHED PRODUCT

THIS IS A RUN THROUGH

NOT EVEN A PROOF!!!

But it was enough to convince Peyton that...

#1 Hellboy would be "easy". (aka quick)

#2 It's presentable.

Also he liked the red face.  

I told him that we'd do prosthetic horns for halloween and he insisted that these were fine.  

(They're not.  We'll do prosthetics.)

And here is my 8 year old boy being 8.  :)

And here is my 8 year old boy enjoying the things that are dressing up.

Didn't get pictures of this but he actually doesn't mind Almay.  

Just saying.  

Boys google "Almay".  

OK 

I know that Peyton thinks his resignation to be Hellboy 

frees him from my nightly painting of his face.  

But he's wrong.  

Now I have to perfect the sideburns and the horns and figure out how to find a 

Youth Large faux cowhide trench coat.  

Might have to make that.

Norman moms do a pretty good job at Halloween and I don't feel that I won with Olaf last year.  

Gotta redeem myself this year.

THIS. This is why you have children.

Who might have thought that Peyton's and my first real argument would be over a halloween costume?

... probably anyone reading this blog...

I knew that one day I would have to give up control of Peyton's halloween costumes but I didn't really think it would be this hard.  

full disclosure:  I HAVEN'T given up control.

Peyton decided in July that he wanted to be Five Nights at Freddy's Golden Freddy for Halloween.  Problem.  I had NO clue what that was.  But I was up for the challenge.  

THIS is Freddy

I actually didn't have a problem with dressing my son as a psychopathic animatronic bear.  

I DID have a problem figuring out how to do it.  

So this last weekend I finally broke it to Peyton that I didn't think I could pull of that costume.  It was a sad confession.  I had scoured our local stores and semi-scoured (quickly did a search) on Amazon and I really didn't find a Youth Large Golden Freddy costume or anything close to it that I could alter.

Its helpful (and by helpful I mean enabling) that my husband is on board with my costuming problem.  He was there when I tried to convince Peyton that we needed to go another route for halloween this year.  

Me:  I just don't think I can make a Five Nights at Freddy's costume that looks right.

Peyton: Thats okay.  Just try.

Brandon:  Peyton.  Your mom is going to spend a lot of hours and too much money working on this and you're going to look like a teddy bear.  Pick something else.

That's Brandon.  Just keeping it real.

So I took to the internet to find a costume that might satisfy Peyton's flair for the unusual and my need to "win" halloween.  

I suggested about every superhero I knew.

I suggested the obvious.

(Brandon told me I couldn't do Jack Sparrow.  "Everybody does Jack Sparrow.")

Nothing.

So finally I MADE him go to a costume store to get ideas.  

He did not seem to enjoy perusing fake blood and shiny wigs and a bin FULL of scythes like I expected.  

Until he found this.

Peyton:  (shoving a thick plastic bag full of brown velvet in my direction)  I want to be this!

Me:  No.  You cannot be a turd for halloween.

Sidenote: These things retail for SIXTY FIVE DOLLARS, y'all.

It was at this point that I realized that Peyton had sorely misunderstood our costume store outing.  (Also, I might have a problem on my hands.  He chose a POOP HAT.)

Me:  Peyton, we aren't here to buy a costume.

Peyton:  (blank, slightly annoyed stare) (when we tell this story in the future, we'll refer to this as the moment when my son should have realized that something was off with mom)

Me:  We are here to get ideas and then I'll make something better.  (obviously)

Peyton: can we just go home?

So, defeated, we headed for the door.  

BUT ON THE WAY OUT, Peyton found his dream costume.  

No joke, he hasn't stopped asking to be Slenderman.  Again, I don't know what this is.

On the plus side, I can totally buy a $54 costume and be done.

There is zero creativity here.  Anyone could have bought that costume.  Its a leotard onesie.

So I decided that Peyton just couldn't imagine himself in character.  That was the problem.

So I made him a deal.  (He LOVES deals.)

I won't choose his costume for him and he will let me paint his face a different way every night until we agree on a character.

(Pretty sure I just used his tactic of annoying me until I cave against him.)

(Mom win!)

I decided to go with the look that hooked me for our first attempt.

It was quick enough that he sat still for one eye and most of the mouth.

(no close-ups because it was actually more Heath Ledger's Joker than 16th century's Harlequin.)

See him scrunching up his face in the mirror!?!  There may be hope for him yet!

More pictures to come!  This MIGHT be my favorite halloween!