I'm not a huge Halloween fan. Never have been. I mean, I enjoy the costumes and the candy; I enjoy the pumpkins and the candy. And I really like the candy. But I just don't get into the decorating or the spookiness or the whining/demanding children high on the sugar from all the candy. I'm also a stick-in-the-mud when it comes to costumes. I rarely get excited over it, and I refuse to buy new costumes (unless it's really warranted). Last year we got more into it because Brandon's office had contests, etc. and we were invited to an awesome party. Here's a picture from last year:
Well, this year, I let the kids choose what they wanted, and here's how it went over:
#1: She is going to be a black cat. She's wanted to be a black cat for two months. She has been firm. So, she's going to wear black pants, a black shirt, and I bought the cat ears/tail at VoldeMart for 4 bucks. Easy-cheesy.
#2: This child has changed her mind EIGHT times in the last month. 8! So on Monday, I gave her the ultimatum: Choose now! And no going back! Luckily for me, she chose Snow White. This is good because we have the dress, the slips, the shoes, the black-hair-dye-spray-stuff, and I only had to buy some red ribbon ($1.47! Woot!).
#3: My son has a fickle mind like his older sister. First he wanted to be a Rainbow (how in the world do you make a rainbow?!). Next it was a Pumpkin. Then a Doctor. A pirate. A ninja. A superhero. Finally, I told him the Doctor costume was best (we had the scrubs, the stethoscope, it was comfortable, etc.) but he boldly declared that he wanted to be...A Robot! Yes, a robot! He was so excited and babbled on endlessly about the robot. I sighed, put myself into Super-Mommy mode and found a small packing box. We cut out arm holes and head holes and covered it in tin foil. He happily decorated it with "buttons to push!" while I covered a baseball cap with tin foil. He put it on, looked in the mirror, and Loved It.
Until it was time for preschool this morning.
Since he meets twice a week, today was the Halloween Party. When I informed him he got to wear his costume, he freaked out. Freaked. Out. Tears falling from his eyes, convulsions on the floor. I asked him why he didn't want to wear it, he said "It hurts my head to put it on!"
So, #3 went to preschool without his costume on. I took it anyway, explained to the teacher how he didn't want to wear it, and she told him we'd keep the costume "over here" and he could wear it later if he wanted to (she's so sweet; I really love his teacher).
Hopefully he'll wear it tomorrow night. If not, I guess he could go as the Tantrum-Thrower-of-the-Century.
#4: I think he might be a Dalmatian puppy. Or maybe a pumpkin. We have both costumes, so it won't really matter. I can decide tomorrow.
Brandon: He's in China, remember?
Me: I might paint some scary thing on my face. Or rat my hair. I'm really thinking about going as Cheryl with Bad Hair. Oh, and Bythelbs? Cheryl with bad hair is not hard to imagine. You just have to visualize me. With hair. So easy!
Yesterday I did the pumpkin thing. We bought whatever was left-over at Macey's grocery store, and carved away! This is a huge feat for me, seeing as I didn't want to and Brandon is usually the one to carve and gut. But I did it! We now have three beautifully carved (sort of gutted) pumpkins. I'm seriously feeling like Super-Mommy again. How could I not with the look of pure joy on my kids' faces as we hacked into those over-grown gourds? I just hope nobody destroys them (rotten teenagers with nothing better to do!!)
What are your kids wearing for Halloween? How about yourself? Do you adore Halloween? Do you hate it? What's your favorite/least favorite part? Do you carve pumpkins? Or smash them?