I know that posting about Halloween a mere hour and a half before November2nd is like asking how your break was on a Wednesday, but that is like here with the first ladies.....
So I love Halloween. I love the candy, the costumes, everything. I think it stems from my childhood. Halloween always signified the much anticipate arrival of my birthday so on top of all the fun costume parties there was the promise of the continued sugar high. This was the first year that Abby was really into Halloween. We debated her costume for weeks. I wanted to make one, but Tim and my mom were all about the store bought, and to be honest I don't think I could have pulled off a cute homemade costume. Not this year.
At first she was going to be a ghost, then a witch, then Cinderella, then a candle, then the scarecrow from Bob The Builder (not that we EVER watch that, but whatever), then the Target "Pumpkin Witch", and finally an angel. Nora on the other hand can't talk so she got dressed up in whatever we wanted, hence the Princess Leia costume.
We have always had a tradition to go "trick or treat" at our friend Judy's house followed by a visit to Tim at work then home to hand out candy. This year we were on a time crunch to get home so we could do our own trick or treating so our visits were cut short.
I really thought Tim was going to wet his pants when he saw Nora. That odd Star Wars obsession runs deep in him and I think seeing his little girl dressed up as a woman he loves may have brought a tear to his eye. I haven't been to see Tim at work in months. His secretary is pregnant (she is the first woman ever to be pregnant, by the way) and I was amazed to see how pregnant she is. Now I would never call a knocked up woman fat, but this woman has added 50 lbs to her 5'2 frame and it was all I could do not to gasp when I saw her. I had to sit through the litany of first time mom-isms. I smiled and nodded as she told me things like "the weight I have gained is all baby" (really, it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't see your hand out of the bag of Halloween candy or dorritos since I walked in the door); "I am not going to make it to my due date- I am measuring 2 weeks ahead" (really, did your doctor tell you that? No? Then hold on sister that kid will come out when it is ready, and I can guarantee it will not be by Thanksgiving if your due date is December 15th); and my personal favorite- "I have had the best pregnancy ever- just ask anyone!" (ummm, I think my husband has come home swearing about how miserable you are more than once, and of course I am not going to ask anyone- they are all afraid of you- I have heard you yell at 3 people since I walked in the door 5 minutes ago).
We scooted on home to meet our friends from the north for a quick round of trick or treating before dinner. Our friends Thomas the Train and a cute little puppy arrived with their mom who walked the neighborhood complaining about he weather, the fact that no one was home, and the amount of stairs at each house. Her kids ran into the street, which of course was my fault for living on a street with cars! In her neighborhood they trick or treat the Sunday before Halloween, when everyone is home, sitting and waiting to greet you so you don't have to go up and down the stairs and the cars "just know" that kids are going to be out so no one drives on her street. (I know, she sounds awful, but I have a post waiting for you about the misfortune that has befallen her recently so don't worry, karma wins again) We went around part of our block, and just as Abby was getting into it they had to leave (bummer, I know) and once we dropped that baggage off we set out again for round 2 around the other angel of our block.
Now we were supposed to meet up with some neighbors, but her anal retentive adherence to her infant's nap schedule put them behind us so we planned to see them later. Abby tore the neighborhood up. Saying thank you and falling down people's stairs (the costume was a little long). Soon her bucket was full and it was getting late. We stopped by home so I could throw a freezing Princess Leia in the mei tei and headed our for round 3 with our friend Gavin (dressed as a delicious little pirate- Old Navy wins for having the cutest costumes for boys). Abby tore the rest of the street up then all of a sudden a switch was flipped and she became this exhausted, bleary eyed little dumpling who needed dinner and bedtime ASAP.
We got home and were forced to hang out with my mother in law who regaled me with tales of her sex life and her on again off again divorce (this is killing me, friends, KILLING ME!).
All in all it was a good Halloween. Abby is already asking why the neighbors don't always give her candy, and wondering what Nora will be for Halloween next year.
I have eaten every mini snickers bite in my house and I am not ashamed to admit that I literally dumped her pumpkin out to find just one more. I will be checking into rehab for this addiction next week if it continues.
Check out the Halloween pics here
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