Halloween morning I was grateful for kids that agreed we could be creative this year...code word for let's save money. They agreed we had a treasure trove of costumes accumulated over the years...and a couple of cans of spray paint are always a good time too.
After I got the girls off to school--with their red-hair and false eye-lashes excitement, I was grateful to be able to get the little kids ready and headed to preschool in record time so we wouldn't miss their parade...but first pictures and howling lessons-- taught by Sophie.
We had lunch with Grandma Martha at Arctic Circle. She wanted a Square Pumpkin kid's meal. Then we went over to elementary school for the big kids' parade. I felt bad because Mary had wanted suspenders for her nerd costume, but I procrastinated and they were out at Halloween City..with no time to run to the mall, I had to create a costume at the last minute. So an hour before the parade I picked out all these eighties accessories-- sunglasses, headband with antennae, leg warmers. She could have easily hated it, but she was gracious. Sigh of relief. Thank you Mary.
I got to help out at the Halloween party in Olivia's classroom. I am not very original, so I organized small groups into games of musical chairs and told the fourth graders they could pick what "style" of Halloween creature they wanted to be as they danced around to spooky sounds that I played on my stereo too small to be heard over the excitement in the rest of the classroom. It was a fortunate choice of words. They chose "Gangnam style" for every round, which suddenly made it the best game ever...which it clearly would not have been otherwise. Rescued from my lack of preparation again. Thank you.
Granddad and Judith invited us to start our evening at their house for dinner--hot dogs, chips, purple grapes, and cupcakes. Judith decorated the garage with spooky birds and lights and jack-o-lanterns. We divided up and headed off into the neighborhood. I love seeing our friends along the way.
Sophie only lasted a few houses before the trick-or-treat process became utterly too confusing and she went home with Grandma Martha to "let's read" and fell asleep. I was grateful that Olivia was still eager to be my companion. She helped William and Grant walk up to each door, until about eight forty-five when we saw the big kids heading home, and Grant decided to join them. Olivia wanted to stay out later, and William insisted he would troop along as well, which he did. He threatened to make me carry him, but was distracted by the beautiful, orange full moon rising over the dark silhouettes of the mountains. It was a perfect night and I thought again, really, we are growing up.