NACHOOOOOOOOOO!

D worked on the Nacho mustache for two weeks. He also worked on the mockery for the photo--mocking my maternity photo on the wall behind him. Ha ha ha.

D doesn't have Nacho's potbelly (either Squeak or I would've made a better Nacho in that respect), so I had to make some really big wrestling pantalones which he stuffed. Almost as good as a seven-month fetus. (I should add that when I tried the pantalones on, they fit quite nicely over my growing gut.)

"I have a dream," said D to me over the phone a few weeks ago when I was in Utah watching my sister's kids while she took a trip to France and Spain (lucky girl!). "Oh?" "I was thinking I'd like to be Nacho Libre for Halloween." I thought it was such a great idea that I volunteered to be Seester Encarnacion. It seemed so much more exciting than my original idea to be a family of ghosts for Halloween (Squeak has been really good at putting things over her head and saying, "Boo!"--like "peek-a-boo"). The only catch was that I had to assemble the costumes for cheap or free. After searching through my fabric stash, borrowing a wig from my mom, and receiving a spandex donation from my mother-in-law, I was able to outfit the whole family for Halloween for about $10 (it would've been $5 but I couldn't find that red dye I had laying around so I had to buy some). I sewed furiously for about three days--this is because I'm not very good or fast at sewing--and voila--we are the sequel to, "...we could break our vows, we could break our vows, we could break our vows together... but only if you want to."

D: So, let's get down to de neety greety. Who ees dees Encarnacion?
T: Well, my favoreet color ees light tan. I like poopies, volibol, and I reely like serving de Lord.
D: No way! All of dos tings you said, dey are my favorite tings to do every day!

I didn't get a chance to make Nacho's mask--that'll be a project for another year.

This was originally a ghost costume, with a long-sleeved onesie underneath and a pillowcase to pull over her head. Squeak wore it for the church trunk-or-treat, but she wasn't really into it, and it was too hot. So I removed the onesie and pillowcase and added sandals and basil leaves for her hair and she became THE TOGA QUEEN, aka Hermana Jungleprincess Sept. 1996. Sorry, I wasn't blogging back then, but I know someone who could recount the event.