Ed note: The following is unedited because I don’t even have time to reread it. So please forgive any and all typos, grammatical errors, or sentences that simply make no sense. Welcome to my world.
The background. (The quick version):
Halloween is tied for Christmas for the highest holiday chez Diary. Why? Because my girls love to dress up. And because one of them REALLY, REALLY loves to dress up. And because they love to Trick-or-Treat. And one of them REALLY, REALLY loves to Trick-or-Treat. And would ALL YEAR LONG if we’d let her. And because there’s something – well, lots of things really – really appealing about the ritual. It’s the same every time.
Shout “Trick or Treat!”
Shout, “Thank you!”
Shout, “Happy Halloween!”
Be part of a group of kids all doing the same thing.
We have one kid who lives for the candy, another who never looks at it again once it hits the bag. One who counts out the ‘good’ pieces and wheels and deals high level trading of the ‘not so good’ pieces and one who comes home and asks for spaghetti. Same holiday, totally different approach.
We had some angst about Halloween this year. Brooke wanted to be Barney. Katie panicked.
“Mama,” she said through gritted teeth, “she’s in THIRD grade. The kids will TOTALLY make fun of her if you let her go as Barney.”
The Barney costume only went up to size three.
So she decided to be a Teletubby. Po. Again, a tug on my arm.
“Mama, you HAVE to get her into something that a THIRD GRADER would wear. Seriously. Teletubbies?”
No doubt she was thinking of the all-school family Halloween dance. What would the kids say? What flak would she have to deflect? I was torn. I so want to let my girl be who she is. I also want to teach her how NOT to be target practice. But as we trolled around the Internet, something else caught Brooke’s eye that put the conversation to rest. It was perfect.
We’re pretty big fans of Charlie Brown around here. Who’s not this time of year? But we’re REALLY big fans. Some of you might remember this:
You Owe Me Restistupid, Originally posted Sept, 2010
So it was only natural that she would choose to be Sally. (Though every time we went to a store, she would head straight for the toddler section and stare at the Barney and Teletubby costumes, noting their sizes and telling me that they were for toddlers and they didn’t come in eights. Which was kinda heartbreaking, but moving on …
Katie debated for nearly a month. Her penchant for creativity on Halloween is well-known. From her stint as this:
The girl in the bed (with JoJo, 2007)
A washing machine (2009)
And even this:
The bird that went to Vegas to become a movie star (2010)
This year she toyed with a number of options. At the top of the list was a lamp. But not just a lamp – a working lamp that would turn on and off. I’m not much of an engineer, but I got my MacGyver on and was pretty sure I had it figured it out. She was psyched. We were ready. And then we were hit by a bout of tweenage.
“Mama,” she said one day in September, “do you think maybe I could just, ya know, buy a costume this year?”
We talked about it a lot. She decided that she wanted to be the lamp for camp this summer as she is determined to keep her title as the reining champ of the costume contest for the third year running. But for the school dance and for Tricks and Treats, she really wanted something just a little more ‘fitty inny’ (a word we made up last year while clothing shopping.)
She was happy to stand out later, she said. For now, she wanted to keep things simple. And so she did. She chose a typically tween, off the rack Queen of Hearts.
For the school dance she went as a witch. She told me that one does not wear the same costume twice in a row within the span of forty-eight hours, so the Queen of Hearts was not an option. Apparently a girl’s got to have standards.
You might recognize the guy next to her. And yes, we know that Cookie Monster would have been the more appropriate choice given the fact that he currently has blue hair, but Katie and I fell in love with the costume and he was a good sport.
Oscar and the witch.
As much as I love that photo, it kills me that Katie and Daddy ended up going to the dance alone.
Brooke was having a God-awful day thanks to a med change disaster and, despite having looked forward to it since it was announced, she couldn’t handle it. Welcome to the wonderful world of autism.
But now, without further adieu, I give you Halloween, 2011 …
The Queen of Hearts
I hope you all had a wonderful Halloween, no matter how you and your kiddos may have chosen to celebrate – or not celebrate – it.