My nephew's first Halloween.
This post is only slightly movie-related, but I figure it gets a pass because 1) it is still movie-related nonetheless, and 2) my nephew Brodie is insanely cute.
Halloween is my favorite holiday. I hold it sacred for many reasons, the biggest being that I wasn't always allowed to celebrate it. My father was a Baptist pastor, so whenever the religious-political winds blew against dressing up and going door-to-door on October 31st, my brother and I had to sit at home without costumes, all while gorging on a bag of treats my mom simply bought from the store. No wonder I got so heavy in life - if I had only gone trick-or-treating, I would have at least had to hustle down the sidewalk for my candy. Nowadays, Halloween's footing on the traditions and memories of a new generation of children is no less endangered. Recently my supervisor with the after-school program I work for told me I am not allowed to mention 'Halloween' by name. What the hell?! Unfortunately, since Halloween as Americans know it is not a religious holiday (contrary to what any evangelist or moronic Bible tract might tell you), there's no one around to kick up the same controversy we got a few years ago when certain groups tried to limit the use of the word 'Christmas.' Even worse, I am constantly having to correct kids who spread the horrible lie that Halloween is 'the Devil's birthday.' Way to go, parents!
Anyway, enough soap-boxing (thanks again, Dad), let's get to my nephew. When he was born last January, one of the first things that came to my mind when I held him in my hands was that his body size would make for a good Yoda come next Halloween. I started to brain-storm. I planned on fashioning two Yoda ears out of foam rubber, getting a baby bathrobe, and coating his baby dome in green face-paint. Fortunately for Brodie, Target was selling a less irritating option for $19.99. Check him out:
Here he is, fishing for swamp vittles near the shores of Dagobah.
And here he is, just being cute.
Brodie, I know you are too young to use the internets, let alone care about movies enough to read your insane uncle's website. But if you ever read this, I love you.
Have a Happy (and Safe) Halloween, everyone. And if you gotta see a scary movie in theaters tonight, remember that 30 Days of Night is more badass than any of the two Saw films I have seen to date.
Halloween is my favorite holiday. I hold it sacred for many reasons, the biggest being that I wasn't always allowed to celebrate it. My father was a Baptist pastor, so whenever the religious-political winds blew against dressing up and going door-to-door on October 31st, my brother and I had to sit at home without costumes, all while gorging on a bag of treats my mom simply bought from the store. No wonder I got so heavy in life - if I had only gone trick-or-treating, I would have at least had to hustle down the sidewalk for my candy. Nowadays, Halloween's footing on the traditions and memories of a new generation of children is no less endangered. Recently my supervisor with the after-school program I work for told me I am not allowed to mention 'Halloween' by name. What the hell?! Unfortunately, since Halloween as Americans know it is not a religious holiday (contrary to what any evangelist or moronic Bible tract might tell you), there's no one around to kick up the same controversy we got a few years ago when certain groups tried to limit the use of the word 'Christmas.' Even worse, I am constantly having to correct kids who spread the horrible lie that Halloween is 'the Devil's birthday.' Way to go, parents!
Anyway, enough soap-boxing (thanks again, Dad), let's get to my nephew. When he was born last January, one of the first things that came to my mind when I held him in my hands was that his body size would make for a good Yoda come next Halloween. I started to brain-storm. I planned on fashioning two Yoda ears out of foam rubber, getting a baby bathrobe, and coating his baby dome in green face-paint. Fortunately for Brodie, Target was selling a less irritating option for $19.99. Check him out:
Here he is, fishing for swamp vittles near the shores of Dagobah.
And here he is, just being cute.
Brodie, I know you are too young to use the internets, let alone care about movies enough to read your insane uncle's website. But if you ever read this, I love you.
Have a Happy (and Safe) Halloween, everyone. And if you gotta see a scary movie in theaters tonight, remember that 30 Days of Night is more badass than any of the two Saw films I have seen to date.
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