The day called for some creativity.
Brooke had first woken up at ten o’clock the night before. Luau walked by her room to find the lights ablaze and the little one searching for her costume. “Um, whatcha doin, kiddo?” he asked.
“It’s dark out,” she announced. “We can go trick or treating now.”
After being coaxed back to bed with the promise that we’d go trick or treating the very next day, she then awoke at 6:50 on Halloween morning. From her bed, she shouted across the house. “IS IT SUNDAY NOW?”
When I yelled back that yes, it was indeed Sunday, she came plowing into our bedroom on a mission. “Where’s my costume?” she asked, peering behind the furniture. “It’s time to go trick or treating now.”
It was going to be a long day.
As I’ve said in Halloween posts of years past, All Hallows Eve is the highest of holidays chez Brooke. It is the one day of the year for which we spend the other three hundred and sixty-four preparing. It is the one day that my girl’s all time favorite activities are socially acceptable.
It is the day she can roam around the world in costume. The day she can ring any doorbell she pleases. The day that she gets to say the same thing over and over (and over) again and it’s not only OK, it’s expected. The day that the interactions are blissfully short and no one that she encounters looks for prolonged conversation. The day that she can drag her feet through EVERY crunchy leaf she encounters and no one tells her to pick up the pace. For heaven’s sake it’s the day that grown-ups give her candy.
In short, it is the day that she can be herself in all her absolutely fabulous Brooke-ness and no one looks askance.
It is therefore the day for which she gets so excited that she loses what little concept of time she may have had and asks her mama every thirty-five seconds if it’s time to go yet.
So it’s also the day that her mama turns into the second coming of Betty Crocker, pulls out all the stops and makes the waiting as palatable as possible for her little girl.
Welcome to our Halloween.
First thing in the morning, we dressed up the dog – allowing him to live out his dream of being a punk rocker.
Oh yes, I did.
And despite Luau’s threats to call PETA on me, I’d do it again.
Look at him – he LOVED it.
Then it was time for a trip to the market to get supplies for Operation Distraction (for which the girls dressed up and well, it was kind of a disaster ’cause first Brooke was an elephant and Katie was a black cat but then Brooke had a complete and utter meltdown cause she wanted to be a black cat just like her sister, but then we fixed it and made her a black cat costume almost exactly like Katie’s but the ears weren’t right and poor Katie started to cry because she was the one who made them and she was trying so darn hard to help her sister who didn’t have the capacity to show her that she appreciated it, if she did, ’cause once she gets to that point it’s kinda hard to get inside her head and have the foggiest idea what she may or may not be thinking. And then we finally got out of the house and got to the market, and there was a screaming baby there and well, yeah, we all know how that goes, so instead of just a screaming baby there was now a screaming baby and a screaming black cat (with a pretty unhappy big sister cat who’s getting pretty sensitive about being stared at by glaring fellow shoppers) so we did our shopping and ran like the wind. Oh, except that they didn’t have any candy corn, which we really wanted to use for the cupcake monster hair (you’ll see what I mean in a bit) so we still had to stop at one more place (that didn’t have any either – I mean, hello, it’s Halloween, don’t you people order enough candy corn to accommodate the last-minute candy corn buyers? And honestly, does anyone even LIKE candy corn? ) and then we came home.
But .. um .. I don’t have pictures of any of that, cause well, who would take pictures when the wheels are falling off the wagon? And even if I had em, I sure as heck wouldn’t share em. So ~ since there are no pictures, I guess we get to pretend that none of that part of the day actually happened. Whee!
Moving on ..
trashing the kitchen getting the cupcakes and cake in the oven, it was time for some lunch.
Peanut butter ghosty sandwiches with mini chocolate chip eyes offered sustenance.
Ooh, scary …
Then it was time for phase two of Operation Distraction – decorating the cupcakes …
It’s not fun if it’s not messy …
Eek! A monster …
A spooooooky skeleton …
A witch in flight – (Can you see her red licorice broom? Super witchy) …
The whole spooky cupcake gang …
And their silly, spooky friends ..
After a little break to
run around the house bouncing off the walls let the sugar settle, it was time for dinner.
First course: pumpkin quesadillas …
Followed by jack o’lantern cheeseburgers …
And mummy hot dogs
(Thanks for the inspiration, Drama Mama!) …
Followed by the oh-so-ghastly ghosty cemetery cake.
(Thanks to Grandpa DD for the nifty lighting – nothing like having a professional photographer around who just happens to travel with a camera bag full of cool stuff that can make your kids’ marshmallow ghosts look extra spooky) …
And then, finally – FINALLY! – it was time for the big event.
And not a moment too soon. Our little Foofa was amped up and ready to go ring some doorbells …
Along with her sister, the hot pink bird who had gone to Vegas to become a movie star.
As though you had to ask …
And off into the night they went.
Foofa and the movie star bird …
And as we walked from house to house, I took a deep breath.
The air was cool and crisp. The leaves crunched beneath our feet. Our family was together, traipsing through the neighborhood, being exactly who we are.
I say it every year, and every year I mean it. This was the best Halloween ever.
Hope yours was too!