I hope everyone's Halloween haul was as nutritious and delicious as ours was.
|I'm not even sure what this is, but we fed it to our kids.|
My daughter ate this candy from her trick-or-treat bag, and now I need to watch her for the next 48 hours for signs of turning into a cyborg. At least that's what they told me when I called the 800 number on the wrapper.
In the meantime, I'm really enjoying the fact that my 2-year-old calls Whoppers "meatballs."
The genetically engineered substance above was actually from our church Halloween trunk-or-treat (you line your cars up in the parking lot hand out candy from the trunk, get it?) on Saturday.
Come Monday the 31st and the preschooler was saying gleefully, "It's Halloween again!" I think we may have accidentally given her the impression we were going to be doing this every few days from now on.
(Although now that all the good chocolate is gone and all that's left is Sixlets and Dubble Bubble, that really wouldn't be so bad.)
This year we had a ninja, a ranger, a robber, a "fancy lady," a chef, and a leopard. So in other words, no themed family costume.
|Lovingly making my son's prison attire. I'm so proud.|
The 2-year-old had a visceral reaction to the chef's hat but after we were able to coax him into wearing it for "just one picture" he wore it all night. He also totally owned the wooden spoon we gave him as a prop and clutched it the entire time.
Another of my favorite Halloween moments was calling "Be careful!" to my ninja as she disappeared stealthily into the woods to go to a Halloween party at the neighbor's.
You know those moments when something small just fills up your soul and you feel happy down to the tips of your toes? Right now the baby is rooming with us, and the other night I was lying in the dark listening to his squeaky hiccups as I went to sleep, which was totally one of those moments.
Even though bunking with the baby can be annoying because we constantly have to tiptoe around our own room like we're crossing a bridge with a troll under it, I really do love this phase of our lives.
I'll try to remember that when I want to drop one or more of my kids off at the fire station for fighting over who gets the green bowl. Which actually happened the next morning (the bowl thing, not the fire station.)
While making tuna melts in the broiler, I tried to multitask and burned the stupid things.
Let me just say that I hate the broiler. Things need to stay in there for just long enough for me to get bored, but not long enough for me to actually do anything before they get burnt. Obviously, because I've never not burnt anything in the broiler before.
Surveying the charred food, I decided that I wasn't in the mood to hear the usual complaints so I began the meal by informing the kids that whoever ate it without complaint could have extra candy after dinner.
Sorry I didn't take a picture. I know it could've helped some of you motivate your picky eaters. "Eat your food, kids, I know a lady who makes her children eat THIS and I will send you there if you don't."
Apparently in addition to burning tuna melts, I'm also causing irreversible brain damage by multitasking.
Phillip loves to point this out to me every time I set a smoking pan or pot outside to cool off. Know-it-all.
He's probably right since I can't remember the names of basic nouns ("please put your dirty dishes in the, the, the thing!") but then again, I haven't slept through the night since Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were still a thing so that might have something to do with it.
At the mall, there's this cluster of quarter-operated mechanical ride-ons (ponies and airplanes and buses and the like) that my kids like to play on.
Usually I don't put quarters in those things, but the preschooler had been really good and it had been a long day, and she asked for a ride. Unfortunately, as I rummaged through my purse I found I had no quarters.
My daughter shrugged and got over it, but then an elderly lady walked over to me, pressed four quarters in my hand, and said, "I'm a grandma."
The world sure has some nice people in it.