Halloween was met with much anticipation by the kids this year. Each child put much forethought into the costumes of choice: Little Sunshine decided she would join the Minion ranks, complete with a homemade Minion choker, and Number One Son (Jake) decided he would be.......wait for it........Jake, From State Farm.
I, however, was just not feeling it. I struggled to put out decorations. Today I just could not make myself dress up (even thought my office usually goes over the top in their costumes). I went dressed in all black and when asked just referred to myself as "Sadness". I mustered up the energy to not dampen the kids' enthusiasm.
We're nearing the age where Number One Son will not enjoy the pillage for candy, so it was fun to watch him help his sister and go up to the door with her. She was full steam ahead down the sidewalks, but when actually confronted with talking with strangers, she sometimes needs a little goading. She believes, like her mother, that talking to people you don't know is just not right.
We've tried various neighborhoods over the years, but we felt like we struck the jackpot last year with one just up the road from us. As we pulled in and parked, the kids cheered in unison. Jake came to one house and turned to us and said (excitedly) "Hey! That's the house that had the political debate on last year between Trump and Hillary. They gave me a WHOLE candy bar!"
He rushed up with his sister and knocked on the door. A nice elderly couple came up, and the kids began talking to them. And talking to them. And talking to them. I began to wonder if the kids were planning to move in. It was really cold and I would have been fine with that right then because I could go back to my nice heated leather seats in my car. After a bit, they came rushing back, and Emma said, "They are sweet." Jake said, "And I scored again!"
A few houses later, the kids took off running again: "This is the house that serves hotdogs!" El Hubbo took off running after them and elbowed his way up there with the kids.
I marveled at how my children could recall which house gave what over a year ago when they can't remember two seconds after I tell them to do something at home.
A bit later, we saw the scariest home deco of the night.....nothing says "beware" like a big ol' rusty van parked in a driveway. We made sure no one popped out of the side door to snatch the kids. We're just awesome parents like that.
One home made the ultimate "Go Away!" statement. I applaud their lack of subtlety.
We made it home in time for the family to watch the World Series game, which I can't watch because every time I do the Astros start to lose. Like, it started comical and transitioned to traumatic, and so I am bowing to superstition on this All Hallow's Eve. I am relegated to getting updates relayed to me. This really, really sucks since I once worked for the Astros and would love to actually see them win. I'm paying the price, and if they win, you are welcome, Houston.
All in all, it was a success. My rather bah-humbug halloween mood was lessened and as soon as the kids go to bed I plan to raid the candy. And hopefully be treated to World Series Astros replays.
I, however, was just not feeling it. I struggled to put out decorations. Today I just could not make myself dress up (even thought my office usually goes over the top in their costumes). I went dressed in all black and when asked just referred to myself as "Sadness". I mustered up the energy to not dampen the kids' enthusiasm.
We're nearing the age where Number One Son will not enjoy the pillage for candy, so it was fun to watch him help his sister and go up to the door with her. She was full steam ahead down the sidewalks, but when actually confronted with talking with strangers, she sometimes needs a little goading. She believes, like her mother, that talking to people you don't know is just not right.
We've tried various neighborhoods over the years, but we felt like we struck the jackpot last year with one just up the road from us. As we pulled in and parked, the kids cheered in unison. Jake came to one house and turned to us and said (excitedly) "Hey! That's the house that had the political debate on last year between Trump and Hillary. They gave me a WHOLE candy bar!"
He rushed up with his sister and knocked on the door. A nice elderly couple came up, and the kids began talking to them. And talking to them. And talking to them. I began to wonder if the kids were planning to move in. It was really cold and I would have been fine with that right then because I could go back to my nice heated leather seats in my car. After a bit, they came rushing back, and Emma said, "They are sweet." Jake said, "And I scored again!"
A few houses later, the kids took off running again: "This is the house that serves hotdogs!" El Hubbo took off running after them and elbowed his way up there with the kids.
I marveled at how my children could recall which house gave what over a year ago when they can't remember two seconds after I tell them to do something at home.
A bit later, we saw the scariest home deco of the night.....nothing says "beware" like a big ol' rusty van parked in a driveway. We made sure no one popped out of the side door to snatch the kids. We're just awesome parents like that.
One home made the ultimate "Go Away!" statement. I applaud their lack of subtlety.
We made it home in time for the family to watch the World Series game, which I can't watch because every time I do the Astros start to lose. Like, it started comical and transitioned to traumatic, and so I am bowing to superstition on this All Hallow's Eve. I am relegated to getting updates relayed to me. This really, really sucks since I once worked for the Astros and would love to actually see them win. I'm paying the price, and if they win, you are welcome, Houston.
All in all, it was a success. My rather bah-humbug halloween mood was lessened and as soon as the kids go to bed I plan to raid the candy. And hopefully be treated to World Series Astros replays.
hehehehe
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