One might think that Halloween would be most intense those years when it falls on a Friday or a Saturday or even a Sunday, but after this year I'm thinking Monday might be a silent killer. Four days of parties, folks. FOUR DAYS.
I say that like I'm exasperated by it, but don't let my tone fool you. I've been having just as much fun as my littles, even if I can't get the tune of "The 12 Days of Christmas" out of my head.
In that vein, on the first day of Halloween....
....it was Halloween party day at school. Relatively tame. The older elementary kids dress up and do a parade, which the little kids watch while they eat special snacks.
On the way home, I realized that this was probably the only evening we were going to have to carve our jack'o'lantern, so I texted Sweet Husband to pick up sushi for dinner on his way home. (The edamame he ordered on the side may be the last vegetable any of us have eaten, so that was a good call.)
The Kid designed this year's three-eyed Jack, which was apparently the thickest walled squash in existence. (Quoth Sweet Husband.)
But onward to the second day of Halloween....
Party number two was a pumpkin roll. Some friends of ours have a super-steep driveway, so they've started a tradition of having people over to roll pumpkins down the hill and watch them smash. It was high on the awesome scale.
But onward to the third day of Halloween....
Late in September, the Kid started pleading for a Halloween party at our house. I'll admit, it wasn't high on my "things I want to do before the holidays" list, but the guilt of all the play dates I never managed to get together over the summer was weighing on my conscience.
I planned a few games (apple bobbing, a pumpkin rolling relay race, a gross food "touch and feel", and a mummy wrap contest), but mostly everyone froliced about and ran amok.
And we wrapped up the evening with a gifted-at-storytelling-friend (shameless plug for his book) reading ghost stories around the fire as we injected the kids with even more sugar...er, I mean...we roasted marshmallows and made them s'mores. LOL.
And finally, on the fourth day of Halloween....
Those of you with experience with kids are probably wondering right now, "OK, but when did the wheels come off?" It's a fair question--three days of candy, weird sleeping hours, general lack of routine, etc.
The answer is: 2:45 p.m., Monday afternoon. Little Miss had woken up from a too short nap. The Kid was screaming at me for throwing away his "very best" stick. I was screaming back, because mama's get tired, too.
It was a good old-fashioned family melt down. But fortunately it was nothing a mandatory, everyone-is-going-sleep-or-there-will-be-no-trick-or-treating nap couldn't cure.
Post-nap, we were more-or-less ready to go again. Which was a good thing, because Little Miss trick-or-treating? Was my favorite. She kept staring at the candy in her bag like it was a miracle. And she was so proud of her (Manga-made) wings.
This guy was an old hat at trick or treating. But he still had fun collecting and counting up his loot.
Happy Halloween everyone! And yay for (perhaps) a few mellow weeks in November.
*Edited to add: And then it took an hour to get everyone to sleep. Halloween is over.
[It was still fun. But even good times must end, yes? Goodnight!]