Just kidding! I am not touching that mess! This is about a post about Halloween.
Reese decided last year that she wanted to be a mermaid for Halloween this year, and come October, she had not forgotten, so mermaid it was. James, who loves everything his sister does, also requested to be a mermaid for Halloween. Unfortunately for him we already had hand-me-down skeleton and superman outfits that were just his size. He was a skeleton for the trunk or treat at Reese’s school and superman for trick or treating in our neighborhood on Halloween night.
Both of them have the trick-or-treating thing down pat and I don’t think I have to worry about either of them ever being shy.
James learned quickly that mom and dad weren’t opening most treats until we got home, so when a neighbor would hand him a candy bar, he would often hand it back to them and ask, “can you open this?” He wasn’t trying to wait until he got home to get a bite. One house where no one answered he actually pressed his face against their window and yelled, “Hey! We want to get some candy!” I cringed and we all ran away.
Reese was in all her glory as a mermaid who also wears a fleece jacket. James has been asking to go trick-or-treating every day since, and Andrew and I have been eating all the Kit Kats we can get our hands on, so I would say it was a successful Halloween.
Halloween is a big friggin’ deal when you are a kid.
This year we went to a Halloween party at a farm, a trunk-or-treat (apparently this is a thing now) at Reese’s school, a Halloween party at a playplace near our house, and then of course the normal trick-or-treating on Halloween night. We got our money’s worth out of this year’s costumes.
I have come to accept the fact that as much as I want to be a crafty person whose kids always have homemade Halloween costumes, I will never be that person. Remember last year’s attempt?
Reese had been asking to be a mermaid for weeks before Halloween. When we were at Target I saw a mermaid costume which was, unfortunately, hanging next to an Elsa costume. Once she saw the Elsa costume, the mermaid was out.
Reese told me in the beginning of October that she wanted to dress up as Laurie Berkner for Halloween. Realistically, this gave me plenty of time to make her a costume.
However, the week of Halloween I still had nothing. We had two Halloween parties to go to that week and last minute, with the promise of a Laurie costume for trick-or-treating, I was able to convince her to wear her Elmo costume from last year to the two parties.
Come Halloween, I still had no Laurie costume, and planned to totally half ass it and let her hold a microphone and put her in a dress and convince her she looked just like Laurie. I figured she was too young to care that literally no one would know what the hell she was.
At breakfast that morning she announced that she wanted to be a ghost for trick or treating instead. Jackpot. All I had to get was a white sheet, right? Like an idiot, I scanned Pinterest. No white sheet ghost costumes there! Wtf. Most of them required sewing, and all of them made me feel like a crap person for not putting more thought into this whole thing.
That afternoon I stopped at a Big Lots on our way home from the library and looked for a white sheet. When they didn’t have any white sheets, I threw out the idea that she be a rare turquoise ghost instead for only $6.99. She happily agreed. And I patted myself on the back for pulling one over on a three-year old.
Then I started to feel bad. All she wanted was to be a ghost. Probably the easiest costume ever. The least I could do was make her a recognizable ghost.
At 5 PM the sun was going down and there were talks of white trash bags and suffocation hazards.
Our cream-colored drawstring laundry bag sat folded on our dresser.
I put it over her head and she was sold. I probably only have one or two more years left of being able to get away with stuff like this.
I haphazardly cut arm and eye holes in the bag and then had to keep making the eye holes bigger until everything lined up. By “lined up” I mean that she could see, most of the time, and had about 80% arm usage.
James rocked a hand me down panda bear costume for his first Halloween, which was amazing because 1) it was free, 2) it required nothing else, just a fleece suit that zipped right up with panda bear head included.
All night Reese’s “costume” kept shifting when she would run, momentarily blinding her. She would run across someone’s lawn, the bag would move and she would fall, get up, start running again, and fall again. This went on all night, much to our amusement. It may sound cruel but before you judge I will tell you that despite what the pictures may lead you to believe, she was the happiest ghost you ever saw.
Some belated Halloween pictures from Reese’s first time trick-or-treating.
We went with some neighborhood friends and as you can see, Reese tore up the town.
In the week leading up to Halloween we talked a lot about how we would go out that night, ride in the wagon, knock on people’s doors and say “trick-or-treat!” After our first house I realized that I had left out some important info, namely the fact that we don’t bomb into the people’s houses, we just wait in the doorway. Also, the people will usually hand us the candy and we don’t have to grab the bowl from their hands, force it down to our level, and help ourselves. Turns out Reese is an aggressive trick-or-treater.
On Wednesday as I sat in traffic on my way home from work, I passed a small accident on the eastbound side of the Pike. Two cars had been in a fender bender and standing against the guard rail stood a state trooper, a man in a suit, and a slutty bumblebee. Just one of the reasons why I love Halloween.
This year, we celebrated Reese’s first Halloween by sitting on our couch eating a shit ton of candy. The number of trick-or-treaters knocking on our door seems to decrease by half each year, yet the amount of candy I buy multiplies threefold, and we just can’t see it go to waste.
Reese spent the evening on the living room floor, playing with the candy bowl (best toy ever) and living it up in her one-size-too-small tiger costume. My dreams of making her first Halloween costume were crushed in mid October when the reality that I do not know how to sew, and that I am much too lazy to learn, finally sunk in. Thus, Reese rocked a $6 boys costume from Old Navy with a hood that almost covered her “off the charts” sized head.
I must say, she wore it well.