As I’m sure you all know, yesterday was Halloween. For us, it was a Halloween of firsts. I shall endeavor to describe these firsts by family member so that you can get a fun glimpse of our night, but since at least a handful of those reading this are strangers on the internet, I’m going to use code names so as to decrease the probability of you hunting us down and slaughtering us in our sleep. Not that I don’t trust you, Internet Strangers!
I don’t, though.
So my husband shall henceforth be known as The Hubs, my toddler shall be Bunny, and the newborn is stuck with the embarrassing moniker of Squishface. A reminder: I have absolutely no control over the nicknames I give my family members.
With that out of the way, let’s proceed:
Well, this one’s easy: Squishface was only born like three weeks ago, so this was his Very First Halloween Ever. I’d say he rose to the occasion. I put him in his parrot costume and he promptly spit up all over it. I cleaned that up and then he was pretty much like, “Alright, well, that was all the trouble I had in me for tonight. Carry on.” And then he went to sleep for the rest of the evening. Very successful holiday!
I love Halloween, and I love to celebrate it. You’d think that after 27 years of celebrating the crap out of it, there would be no firsts left for me. Well, you’d be wrong! See, apparently, in the Midwest, they have this phenomenon called “weather”? Have you guys heard about this? I’m from California, so I have never, ever, in my life had to take this “weather” thing into account when picking my Halloween costume.
So that’s how my daughter and I ended up as pirates with skirts and bare shoulders on a night that the temperature was in the 30s. We both had to wear coats that did not match our costumes at all, which hurt my artistic sensibilities. Fortunately, we were clearly not the only ones in the neighborhood that faced such a dilemma, and everyone handing out candy was well-trained in identifying costumes based solely on the leg and head portions of the outfit. Still, lesson learned! Next year we’re all going as nice, warm Wookies.
Since Bunny is a very grown-up two now, and since we actually live in a real neighborhood instead of an apartment building for the first time in her life, we decided that this was the year that she could start trick-or-treating. Explaining the concept to her, however, was not smooth sailing. In her defense, she hadn’t gotten a nap that day. So, really, the whole endeavor was doomed from the start.
First of all, she did not understand why she was supposed to wear a costume, and she was not on board with the idea (Pun intended! Because she’s a pirate, remember? Get it? Eh?). She threw a fit and I had to appease her by brushing her teeth, because she’s a weird kid.
Then there was the issue of actually laying out the mechanics to her. We went to the first house and urged her to knock. She stared blankly. We knocked for her and then urged her to say “trick or treat”. She stared blankly. Candy was given. We urged her to say “thank you”. She stared blankly. We thanked the person for her and they closed the door.
We repeated this at approximately half a dozen more houses, and then we hit a snag. We knocked on a door and nobody answered. I shrugged and started walking away, holding Bunny because she’d given up on the walking thing about four houses ago. But by this time, Bunny had started associated knocking on doors with candy-getting, and no candy had been gotten. So she started throwing the second fit of the night and I had to try to explain to her that there are houses in the world that don’t contain a bowl of candy for her. This was not a reality she was prepared to accept.
The rest of the evening was downhill from there (or uphill, if you’re one of those (but if you are, I’ll fight you)). Despite the fact that every other house we went to did indeed give us candy, the trust had been broken. Also, it was cold. And as soon as it got dark, my street was suddenly swarming with cars filled with costumed children of every variety, and they soon flooded the streets. It was madness. So I dragged my crying toddler through the mob and back to our house where some carefully-selected YouTube videos finally appeased her. All in all, she lasted about half an hour out there. Not a trick or treating prodigy. Oh well.
The Hubs’ Firsts
Lastly, I just want to give a shout out to my husband for wearing a piratey bandana for maybe an hour and a piratey hat for like fifteen minutes. This is the most costumey he has ever been! We are making progress! Next year maybe a T-shirt or something? I can dream.
When all was said and done, my mom, who is awesome and a Halloween champion, made us a dinner of mummy calzones and spiderweb rice crispy treats. Both were delicious. So I guess what I’m trying to say is all’s well that ends well? I had fun, anyway.
Happy Halloween, everybody! 🙂