Six weeks, 80 bucks, and 17 angry outbursts at the sewing machine later, my children looked like this for Halloween:
I proudly dressed them up and took them to the church carnival, where no one recognized what characters they were supposed to be. I emphasized to everyone that they were Woody and Jessie from Toy Story 2, and that I had MADE THE COSTUMES MYSELF. I don't know if the teenagers running the fishing pond booth were impressed, but I made sure they knew anyway.
Believe me when I say that I will never ever do this again. I had these visions of being Martha Stewart and the children always having happy memories of how their mom cared enough about them to slave over their costumes. I'm over that now.
The good thing about these costumes, though, is that my kids wore them for about a year and a half afterwards. Tommy wore his hat from the time he woke up to the time he went to sleep until it wore completely out. He was known around the playground as 'the boy in the cowboy hat'. We have pictures of him at every event for the next year wearing that same hat.
I really do hope they have happy memories of Mom loving them enough to make these costumes. And just in case they don't, I'm going to keep showing them these pictures and reminding them. Because I will never ever sew their costumes again. Ever.