Well, I noticed the city workers out this morning, stringing up Christmas lights and festive red and green decorations all over town, so that must mean it’s time to blog about Halloween! I inadvertently took November off from blogging, which gave me plenty of time to focus on the boys as they took turns getting colds that kept them home from school (and me out of my favorite blogging café). Then they recovered just in time for Thanksgiving break, which for these lucky brutes is an entire week! Who does that? When I was a kid, Thanksgiving break was Thursday and Friday. That’s it. Clearly, someone needs to inform our school superintendent that some of us parents need our children to be in school, because we just can’t blog unless we are sitting, childless, in a coffee shop, eating an overpriced panini at a table ornamented by a lute hanging from the wall under a bejeweled candelabra. (Don’t judge. This is what I demand instead of alcohol.)
Nothing says gratitude quite like a turkey hat made from a brown paper shopping sack.
But back to Halloween! The kids really phoned it in costume-wise this year. Liam wanted his same off-the-rack vampire outfit he wore last year, and Sean wanted to wear the Anakin Skywalker costume I made for Liam three years ago. It was actually kind of awesome to be able to just reach into the dress-up bin and be done, instead of busting my hump for three weeks solid in a cyclone of felt trimmings, foam board, and glue gun burns. It left plenty of time for the more important element of Halloween: the acquisition of candy.
Sean’s portrayal of Anakin was a bit less broody than Hayden Christensen’s.
Now, we no longer live in a Trick-or-Treat-friendly neighborhood … unless you like hitting four houses an hour along a 55 mph highway. So, I had to take matters into my own hands and make a battle plan. In the end, we raided two local church Trunk-or-Treats, dropped in on one community center party, and put in two hours of legwork in a swanky neighborhood where we once had a playdate. The boys were ecstatic as they dragged home a grand total of seven pounds of candy. That’s right. Seven. Mom takes center square for the win!
Mm hmm. That’s two huge bowls of candy PLUS an Oreo cake Liam won at the cake walk.
We sure picked the right neighborhood. Nobody was handing out pennies or Circus Peanuts, and a trampy-looking Snow White was even giving the children tubes of bubbles that looked like severed fingers. So festive. The bubbles themselves were short-lived as they were accidently emptied the next day onto my living room rug, but the yucky finger will bring the boys joy forever. Plus, one house was even handing out the Holy Grail of all Halloween treats: full-sized candy bars! Now, the whole time I was growing up, I had heard legend of the Full-Sized-Candy-Bar-Handed-Out-on-Halloween, but up until this night I had never actually seen it. It was wondrous to behold.
So, this is what it feels like to be rich.
But the candy is all gone now … and by “gone” I mean there’s just a bunch of forgotten Tootsie Rolls and Dum-Dum Pops collecting dust in a stainless steel bowl somewhere. We’re already in Christmas-prep mode over here. It’s our first Christmas in the new house, and we’re super excited. I’ll blog all about our yuletide festivities when the time comes. Considering Sean gets three whole weeks of Christmas break, I’m guessing it’ll be around Easter.
So happy …