I just gave Haley her very first ever taste of a Reese Peanut Butter Cup. She responded by demanding more immediately using grunts, pointing, trying to crawl over me to get to the package and by generally acting like a cave baby.
When I shook my hands to sign "all done" she cried, whined and, finally, turned her back to shun me.
I know how she feels. I feel the same way after a PB cup has gone bye bye.
And as I sat down to memorialize this, my daughters first of many PB cups (if she's like me, anyway, which she appears to be), I realized I totally skipped All Hallows Eve in my memory keeping.
Oops.
Let's just say it wasn't a really stand out year. Trenchy was complete just days before Halloween and I didn't have much time to decorate or cook halloween related meals or anything fun. We just trunk-or-treated AND trick-or-treated, which I think i should get bonus points for.
So here are the few measly pictures I managed to scrape together.
This is a post-trick-or-treating photo op I was scrambling to get. The first thing you'll notice is carpet. And no trench.
The next thing you'll notice is cute kids strung out on high fructose corn syrup, and lots of it.
Cameron was the new Captain America, not to be confused with Captain America 2009... Miles was Thor. This was serendipitous because his BFF showed up in the EXACT same costume. Sophie was Cinderella (first princess costume ever! Thank you for finally picking something girly, Soph.) And Haley was Snow White. But only for Trunk or Treat. Mommy and Haley stayed home, cleaned the house and went to bed early on Halloween.
I hope for a better Halloween next year:) I expect that we'll still have construction at that point - we're thinking floors and counters will be fall of '12? - but construction by choice and construction by force are two totally different beasts. Just ask my sister, her overflowing toilet and her three kurdish boyfriends.
So on a funny note (funny odd, not funny haha...what's funnier than kurdish boyfriends and overflowing toilets?), while my house was undergoing major surgery I somehow got all into crafts. Like, I spend time looking at CRAFT BLOGS and planning what will go on my MANTEL for the upcoming holidays. This is so weird to me. And yet, so fun. I've been having a blast. I'm still a complete newbie. I haven't made anything out of this world yet, and don't plan to, but it's fun nonetheless. And moms need fun every now and again.
Ghosts made of my children's foot prints? Sign me up.
This looked a lot fluffier/prettier before the construction crew drilled two access holes directly underneath it, completely covering it with concrete dust. Que sera.
This is a gray yarn wreath. It looks lavender in the pic, but it's a better gray.
I made those apothecary jars...you can tell because they're crooked:)
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Be careful, they're ADDICTIVE, those home/craft blogs. Proceed with caution. WARNING WARNING. Next thing you know you'll be posting pictures of your home renovations for others to comment on. Or so I've heard. WARNING WARNING.
But I digress. I digress to the main point of my comment, and in fact, Halloween. It's not about the costumes or neighbors or community. Or bats on your mantel or rats on your steps. Or even lavender wreaths, lovely as they are.
Our sweet Haley understands the true spirit of Halloween. Candy. More candy. Gluttonous amounts of candy.
But frankly, it's not even about the Haleys of the world. It's about the Moms of Haleys of the world. It's about raiding your kids' candy. It's about finding that exact line that delineats how much you can steal without being caught, daily.
It's about moms making candy angels.
So free yourself from the guilt of pictures and homemade costumes. You are Halloween.
I LOVE the ghost footprints! It's being added to the list for next fall. I also want to make a monster wreath. (foam wreath, fur fabric and ping pong balls made into eyeballs = monster wreath) I'm generally not a Halloween fan per se, but I'm excited about these.
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