Halloween

G attending two schools made for THREE Halloween parties.  Sheesh.

Party #1

All of the children filed in to the empty chairs facing their parents, then proceeded to sing lovely Halloween-themed songs.  Ooops.  Did I say that ALL the children filed in?  That should be "all the children except one..."

..."one who stood in the very middle of the arrangement, mouth opened, ignoring the teacher's requests that he sit, while he scanned the crowd looking for his Mama."

I was sitting at the very end of one of the rows.  The principal stooped down to me and asked if he'd spotted me yet.  I said no - then had to stop her from waving to him.  Didn't matter - he stood there and searched 'til he found me, then broke into a huge grin and RAN over at me.  Wouldn't go & sing a song with the other kids.  Kind of embarrassing.  But kind of sweet too, ya know?

Dinner was cupcake, with a side of cookies.

Party #2

No singing, but we did enjoy a parade through the school.

Breakfast was cupcake, with a side of cookies.

Party #3

I boycotted.  Sent G in a Spiderman costume, just to get a break from Pooh.

Let's just imagine what lunch might have included.


Trick-or-treating

Pooh was back.  My camera was broken, but my neighbor saved the day.

We just went to a few houses up & down our street.  G took a small bucket for treats.  VERY INTERESTING to see how the neighbors reacted to that.  I received lectures on how that bucket would never hold "enough."  Some neighbors offered to give him extra treats.  Most neighbors skipped the offering and just dumped extra treats in the bucket.  I think we visited 10 houses and got 50+ treats.

We could have visited more houses but the Dog Terror was in full force.  At the beginning of each driveway, G asked me "Dog, Mama?"  If I said "No dogs live here, G," then he would ask me continually up to the door of the house.  If I said there was a (nice small friendly) dog there, then ... we moved on.  At one house we were surprised by the yellow lab that barked a greeting.  The lady neighbor was even more surprised by the FIRE ALARM BURSTS OF TERROR that erupted from my son, as I tried to gracefully back down the driveway.  She wanted to convince G that her dog was nice and she had two handfuls of Snickers for him.  I just wanted to stop the clawing screaming maniac.  It's always nice to meet the neighbors.


Dinner was pizza.  Because I'm much healthier than the cupcake scene.  Obviously.