Halloween happened and if I don’t get moving on posting about it, Thanksgiving, Niamh’s Birthday, and Christmas will have happened too.
In this house, to our kids, Halloween is all about high fructose corn syrup, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, and dyes red 40 and blue 1. To kick off the frenzy that turns perfectly normal kids in to whining, crying, begging little turds, we had a pumpkin carving party here at the house.
What kind of Ding Bat invites a bunch of kids over to get high on juice and cupcakes, then hands them carving tools and lets them open up pumpkins on her living room floor?
Me. I’m a Ding Bat.
Then, there was The Monster Mash at Niamh’s School. The kids got dressed up the evening before Halloween for a night of games, Haunted House, pizza, and CANDY in the cafeteria and gym.
We saw our good friends Drew and Jaya there with their families.
In The Fortune Teller’s Tent, the Gypsy Lady told Finn that he liked dogs and owns two Boxer puppies. Finn, and Steve, were totally amazed at her accuracy.
Jaya doesn’t do Halloween costumes half-heartedly. The gal goes all out. Remember her costume last year?
Then, there was Halloween itself. A gorgeous Fall day. Before hitting the streets with my flask in my hand and the kids in the lead, we headed over to a neighbor’s house for some nourishment.
These were the cutest Thing 1 and Thing 2 I have seen.
I’m a big fan of doorway bouncers. Finn was about to go pro athlete with doorway bouncing when he outgrew the upper weight limit. He did tricks in it. He would spin himself around until the tethers were tight, then he’d lift his feet and unwind. He would also walk himself forward until he couldn’t go any further, lift his feet and get flung backwards. He did this endlessly.
What’s happening in the following photos is I am trying to get Finn to wear the space helmet he begged me to buy him for Halloween last year.
Finn: I don’t want to wear it.
Me: Here, Finn, I’ll open the visor so you can see. Wear it.
Finn: Nooooooo, I don’t want to.
Me: Wear it.
Neighbor taking photo and trying to get on with her life: Why don’t you have him hold it?
Me: Hold it, Finn. Cheese.
$5 to anyone who can guess what my costume was.
After a long walk up and down the block, the kids achieved their goal. They were whiney, they had sugar headaches, they sorted their stash, they made a few trades, and I’m sure they had a few pieces stolen by Daddy.
Just about every night since Halloween, they go through the torture of having to choose just one piece after dinner. Here, Finn leaves it up to chance with eenie meenie miney moe.