Halloween Mishaps

It’s Halloween! I still have no idea what Little One is doing, but Husband took her to Goodwill, and she has everything she needs to be a Hippie.  With her long, straight, brown hair and what they bought she will look great!

I started thinking (again!) about other Halloweens, and since Oldest One isn’t here, about her specifically. And I realized that Halloween was a holiday in which she twice managed to be gimpy for.  I think there was a third, but right now I can’t remember it.  I’ll blame that on medication and not age!

When Oldest One was in 2nd grade a classmate’s Mom decided to have a party for her child’s birthday on Halloween, after school, ending in time for the kids to go trick or treating. Oldest One’s best friend’s Mom, CM, offered to take her.  While at the party Oldest One took a turn on the trampoline, and her ankle got twisted.  Just in time to be wandering the neighborhood asking for candy.  She was in tears figuring she would miss it all.  Since Oldest One was small for her age, I pulled out the umbrella stroller, said she could sit in that, and away we went.

CM was very helpful as we went through the neighborhood, and held Little One’s hand as we crossed streets so I could push the stroller. At one point I was lowering the stroller into the street from a rounded curb.  I guess someone thought it would be funny to throw a bunch of ball bearings right there to see how many people they could get that night.  I started to push the stroller into the street and both the stroller and I were tripped up by the ball bearings, and Down We Went!  Seriously, I was on my back in the street, and the stroller had landed so Oldest One was on her back, with her legs up.  I got myself up, got Oldest One up, and we decided to call it a night.

Then, in her junior year of high school, oldest one hurt her knee at cheer. She came out of a tumbling pass in the wrong place, and the bottom of her feet squarely hit the mirrored back wall.  Husband had to go out to the carpool’s car and carry Oldest One in.  Her knee swelled up to about three times its normal size; she had a bone bruise and she sprained it, but luckily nothing requiring surgery.  She was on crutches for almost two months.  Halloween came right after this, so she couldn’t go out.  Her friends all piled in the house around 7p, spent time with her, then left with her bag.  They came back later that night with a bag full of candy for her.  I think someone took a picture of her looking pathetic on the couch with crutches, and then showed it at the door with her bag when asking for candy for her.

Oldest One also did great getting sick at Christmas, but I won’t go into that now. Bad as it all seemed at the time, these are now Oldest One stories we bring up and laugh about from time to time.  I Love My Family!


Halloween is Coming!

Halloween is in a few days. I like Halloween.  I enjoy seeing the little kids dressed up cute, and I love the candy.  Oldest One and I have a thing for candy corn, which Husband and Little One think is very wrong.  I know you can buy candy corn all year, but it only feels right to eat it around this time.

I’ve done a lot of Halloweens with the girls. Oldest One wasn’t quite 2 months old for her 1st Halloween, and I dressed her up in a clown outfit my Mom bought to hand out candy.  Sometimes all of us dressed up, and sometimes only the girls.  It was always a big deal at the beginning of October to talk about costumes, and figure out what to get.

I love looking at the pictures of past Halloweens. Little One wore a great lady bug costume one year that Husband made huge wings for.  They both spent a couple of years in the toddler blue and purple clown outfit, complete with a shiny blue tinsel wig and lipstick red nose.  Little One went as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz one year, and she looked just like her, except her skirt was sparkly.  Sparkle and glitter are very important for my girls.  One year I ordered a pirate costume for Oldest One, which was too short when we got it, so she had to wear shorts underneath to not flash everyone.  Last year, her senior year, I bought her the Sandy from Grease outfit of black leather pants and the black shirt.  I curled her hair, and she looked amazing.  Her friend dressed as Danny, and they were so cute together.

This year Little One was supposed to be cheering a football game on Halloween, but parents and athletes weren’t too happy with that (I was fine, candy is expensive!) so the game was moved to Thursday. Little One isn’t sure what she is going to do, but all I know is she has no costume, and time is running out, and teenage girls can get very upset if the costume isn’t right.  Husband has to go buy candy, but that is the easy part.  Oldest One needed 3 costumes, but traded with friends so we didn’t have to buy all 3.  I’m hoping to see pictures, but since she was a cat at the sorority meeting last night, and I didn’t get sent anything, I’m probably not going to.

I think I understand why those whose kids have left home might not be as excited about Halloween. It reminds you of the fun you used to have dressing the kids up and taking them out, and that those days are over.  That everyone is getting older, including you.  That time marches on, no matter how much you try to slow things down and live in the minute.  That those pictures taken through the years are worth more than any artwork.

Well, I think right now I’m going to go get my valuable artwork, and spend some time with it. And then eat some candy corn.  And brace myself for the costume chat with Little One.  Because I want to be fully in the moment this year, and remember it always, so feeling sad is tempered with feeling grateful all of us made it through sane.

Another Halloween Under the Belt

Halloween. The candy, the cute kids in costume, the hordes of teenagers in my house. Halloween has certainly evolved. I remember being excited as a kid to get a Barbie Bride costume, one of the ones with the plastic mask you had to take off between houses to breathe and the fun tie-on gown costume. I really loved that year. Now I’m excited when the girls actually find something they’ll wear, and when ALL the teenagers romping around my house are dressed and ready to go.

Little One was easy this year, and found her costume early. She had two friends come over, and one brought a younger brother and sister as well as her Great-Grandparents, Grandma and Uncle, which Husband and I enjoyed because they are a great family. Little One and her friends got out, got tons of candy (she had 115 pieces of candy she liked, not to mention what went into the not-wanted pile) and were done trading and gone by around 8:45p. They dressed themselves, kept in touch by text, and didn’t need much assistance.

Then we get to Oldest One. It took almost an hour for me to get home from work; that Halloween freeway traffic is something else. She was calling as I was getting off the freeway. I needed to do her hair. And two of the boys were coming right from football practice so needed to shower, and then one of them needed a pair of jeans Husband doesn’t fit into anymore. And pillowcases. Oh, and they each had free pizza coupons! And then Oldest Ones hair was a two-part process to get the curls right. They were going “extreme trick or treating”, which meant they piled into cars and drove to different neighborhoods to beg for candy. But they didn’t leave the house until 8:15p, so they ended up going to the store and buying their own candy because they were too late. Really.

By the time Little One was heading for bed (and really cranky) and I was heading for the shower the teens were piling into the living room to watch a scary movie. And eating pizza, chips and candy and drinking soda. So they weren’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. As I headed to bed I reminded them how mean my Oldest One can be when she is tired, and let them know I was way worse, and that waking me up wouldn’t be a good thing for anyone. The boys all agreed that waking me was bad (because we had mostly boys for some reason), and promised to be somewhat quiet. Which they actually were.

I won’t have this next year, because Oldest will be at college. Little One won’t be quite ready for “extreme trick or treating” or for having the hordes converging on our house. So I made sure to thoroughly enjoy last night, and have fun doing Oldest Ones hair, and interacted with the older kids, and just took great pleasure in all of the chaos. Husband did too, because Oldest One got her acceptance letter to her college of choice on Halloween, and he was so proud of her, and happy for her, and sad because she is growing up so fast. Me too. Halloween 2013:  GREAT!!!