Halloween Mishaps

Our Halloween actually began on October 1st. Desperate for some peace and quiet right after Brody was born, I sent the kids out front to play with the neighbor kids. I was able to leave the front door open so I could hear the squabbles and comings and goings, and they were playing right around the garage. I decided this was going pretty well, and Brody was sleeping, so I got out the fall decor. I found the bag of packed away costumes and decided to let the kids dig through them and play. I handed the bag out the door and they were happily digging and trying on costumes. The next thing I know, Cameron comes in and wants to know if I have any candy so they can "go trick-or-treating". I handed them a handful of smarties and out the door they went. I assumed they were trick-or-treating with each other. Suddenly, in the middle of my decorating, I realized it was awfully quiet outside. I went to the door and found them across the street trick-or-treating at the nieghbors house a few doors up. And they were actually scoring the goods! I immediately called them home and explained to them that trick-or-treating actually wasn't for an entire month, and they couldn't just go knocking whenever they needed some candy. But, they looked completely confused because they had hit up four different neighbors and all four had given them candy. I'm pretty sure the neighbors have been wondering if I have actually lost my mind, but this one absolutely confirms what I have been trying to hide. It's official. I am a mom of three, and therefore, one of the crazies.

A few weeks later, I realized that making costumes was out this year, due to the fact that Brody doesn't let me do anything except nurse, so we got out the Costume magazine, that of course came in August and was completely dog earred and torn apart and we looked for options.

Cameron couldn't decide between an I Dream of Jeannie costume or a Princess Fairy thing of some sort. Both pink, both equally cute. But girly girly girly. We pushed for the Genie. Not because she has any idea what I Dream of Jeannie is all about, but because it was a lot cheaper.

Tucker changed his mind about 300 times. He was really shooting for this scary clown.
But, eventually I talked him out of it and into SpiderMan.

Anyways, here they are after their costumes arrived in the mail.




And finally, after a month of festivities, Halloween arrived. I talked my 15 year old sister into coming down and taking the kids out trick-or-treating. We hit five different Grandma's houses, a couple of trick-or-trunks, and then we headed home where Marianne, her boyfriend Casey, my brother Gary, and a girl who is his "friend" showed up all eager to have an excuse to trick or treat. They were all excited and it was chaotic and finally they all headed out the door. An hour and a half later, here they came, loaded down with Candy and told me that Tucker was a trooper, but was walking funny and tip-toeing. Finally somebody asked him where his shoes were, and they were at home. The kid walked for an hour and a half in the cold, on the rocky streets, and through wet grass, and never said a word! He did get carried most of the way home after they realized it.

So Halloween has come and gone. The Candy has been sorted, rationed, hid, and eaten mostly by Mom and Dad. We are down to the dum dum suckers and the yucky taffy. And Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Looking forward to my first parent teacher conference that week for Cameron and then enjoying the family on both sides as we celebrate by eating too much and just being thankful for all that we have.