Whew! We survived another Halloween.
It’s time to stuff the plastic jack-o-lanterns and ghosts back into the storage boxes and prepare for turkey fixins.’
By the time October 31 actually arrived, my sons had had about all of the Halloween they could handle.
The festivities began with their classroom parties the week before.
I hadn’t planned to attend Noah’s Halloween parade and party only because it interfered with the princess’ nap schedule, but the mom guilt won me over.
One of my favorite childhood memories is of my mom surprising me at my second grade Halloween party dressed as a witch - I didn’t recognize her at first, but I was so glad to see her.
So, I loaded Nick and a sleepy Sissy into the car, spent a half hour looking for a parking spot and sprinted to the parade pushing the stroller and repeating, “Come on, Nick! Keep up!” But, we made it.
Noah’s face was priceless, “I thought you weren’t coming!” he said when he spotted us in the crowd.
I think he was actually more excited about coming home early with me instead of ride the bus.
Later that evening the boys donned their costumes once again and we went to a Halloween party. We traipsed through a haunted house, went on a hayride and danced the Hokey Pokey. The boys fell into bed exhausted (as did my husband and I), but still eager to trick-or-treat the next day.
By 4 p.m. Saturday, Noah had asked me at least 42 times if it was time to put his costume on yet.
Mario, Luigi and friend Princess Peach soon headed out the door with loot bags, jackets and Sissy the “Chub-BEE” loaded in the wagon.
The kids are much faster this year! I tried to let Sissy walk up to her first house, but it took a good 25 minutes - they boys were already three houses further down the road.
I stuffed Sissy back into the wagon (where she chewed through the wrappers and ate three chocolates) and the rest of the evening was an all out sprint to the finish.
The adults collapsed around the bonfire and the kids’ sugar rushes continued for hours.
The next day - Halloween - we went to visit Great-Mamaw and GG. Convincing the tired boys to dress up one more time presented a challenge, but another priceless memory was made when GG and Mamaw were able to see the kids all decked out.
The costumes now reside in the playroom with the other costumes of Halloweens past. And, despite being over-Halloweened, the boys are already talking about what they want to be next year.
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