I have a hacking cough and a headache and enough candy in my house to create a small village of gingerbread houses. The boys scored tonight! My husband took them out in the dark, forty-degree night and they came back an hour and a half later with loot, tons and tons of loot! Full pumpkin-buckets of candy, even full-sized candy bars.
YoungestBoy asked, "Mom, how many days until Halloween again?" He thinks this was the best holiday for kids ever. He dressed as "Roy", a Nintendo character. Basically, he had a purple cape, a matching purple headband and spiky red hair. He looked completely adorable, even if I had to shampoo his blond head three times to get all the red out.
The twins went as Ninjas, whatever that means! My husband came home from Target with packets of makeup. The makeup was horrible and didn't go on very well. It was black and white and red, but it was faded, not dark and defined like the picture showed. My husband said it was better than spending hours sewing and creating costumes and he's probably right, but there was very little satisfaction in smearing that watery stuff on their faces. They didn't care.
Babygirl skipped her nap today, so by 6 p.m., she was ready to be rocked and nursed to sleep. I put a pair of angel's wings on her and a halo made of a silver pipe-cleaner, and took her picture and called it a night! The boys left and I put a candy-bowl on the front step with a sign on the doorbell: "DO NOT RING BELL! BABY SLEEPING! HELP YOURSELF TO CANDY!" Then, I rinsed Babygirl in a bath, put on her jammies and nursed her to sleep. I put her down at about 7:15 p.m.
As I was gathering dirty laundry from upstairs, the boys came in with their bounty. They are now (at 9:20 p.m.) watching t.v. and complaining that they are hungry! I think they each have a hollow leg, as my dad used to say. In a few minutes, they'll be in bed, though, and this day will finally be over.
Just a word about jack-o-lanterns now. I love pumpkins. I love jack-o-lanterns. I love the happy or scary glow of pumpkins on porches, lighting the way to candyland. But I HATE carving them. Somehow I am the designated carver of pumpkins. I do not know how this happened! This afternoon, I was holding Babygirl in one hand and a large knife in the other, thinking that I was a horrible, bloody accident waiting to happen. As I was mentally cursing my husband's name, the phone rings.
It was the aforementioned husband, telling me he was helping Al. Helping Al?! He'd been sent to the store to buy batteries. Anyway, when he finally returned, he told me that he'd run into Al's wife, Kim, in the grocery store and she was very stressed out because she was having forty girls over for a party and the lines were long in the store and she had so much to do and all. So, my husband said he'd pay for her things and bring them by her house. "Really?" she said, and so that's how it happened that he helped out Al! He helped out Al's wife, while his own wife was at home, weilding a large knife and grumbling.
He's such a nice guy, how can he resist helping a damsel in distress?! And how can I complain about such a nice guy?
Now. To shoo the kids off to bed so I can steal all the Almond Joys from their candy buckets.
