Halloween dawned damp and full of expectation, here, and Chickadee was up and raring to go first thing in the morning. Monkey was still asleep at 9:30 when I went into his room to make sure he wasn’t dead, which meant, of course, that he was sick.
“I’m FINE!” he groused, as I took his temperature. “I feel FINE. I’m not sick!” The thermometer begged to differ. It was just a low fever, though, so as the day wore on and his protestations grew louder and the fever never went higher, we made an executive decision to let him go trick-or-treating, anyway. Because I really didn’t want to have to listen to a year’s worth of histrionics over missing out on candy due to a hardly-even-fever temperature.
Of course, when I called to make plans with friends for him (as Chickadee had already made plans for a GIRLS ONLY outing), I was quizzed as to his health and potential contagiousness. It was reluctantly agreed that he was okay, and then ANOTHER child in that group ended up leaving early with a vicious tummy bug, which is sad but makes me feel better about the whole low fever thing.
There was a flurry of activity, of course, prior to the big event. For one thing, I’d somehow never managed to put out any of our Halloween decorations this year, and Otto decided to start hanging things and making the place look like we cared. He’d even purchased something new for us, this year—we’re now the proud owners of a gigantic, fanged bat. (I like him so much, I’m thinking we may have to put him up for Christmas, too.)
For another thing, neither child’s costume was actually finished, because we’re just not that organized.
I spent about an hour sewing mustaches onto stuffed puppies. And then Otto did a quick photo shoot, and after a bit of Photoshopping, Chickadee was all ready to carry around her book and offer to sell it to people for just $19.95.
What? You don’t think that was a great idea for a costume? I thought it was sort of brilliant, myself. It was her accompanying basket of mustache-d puppies that really made the outfit.
Monkey opted to go a little less highbrow; he was simply a refreshing treat.
In the end, there was a fair amount of candy, and a lot of rain, but everyone seemed pretty happy. I did not dress up, because I am old and no fun. I wore my glow-in-the-dark skeleton earrings and called it a
Sadly, I realized this morning that the children have reached the age where I can no longer sneak candy from their bags—they’ve inventoried it all, and issued stern warnings against pilfering. Sigh.