Anyways, she wanted to be a "cowboy." ("Don't you mean a cow-GIRL, C?" "No. Cow-BOY.") So I purchased a hat and sheriff's badge and made her a vest and skirt. Grandpa sent a bandanna (those were hard to find!) and some garage sale "boots" completed the look:
E was the cutest little giraffe that there ever was! (Except when C was a giraffe two years ago...):
C and I practiced the "trick-or -treat" all week. However, she got a little "stage-fright" when it was time to do it for real. Doug took her around our cul-de-sac and said by the third house she was speaking up better and remembering to say "thank you!"
