Anyone who has read this blog long enough knows that I (and my husband for the most part) am a general holiday scrooge. There are parts of holidays that I enjoy, but for the most part, I really don't get it all. And, probably at the top of my list is Halloween. It just feels like such a waste of time and money and energy and I just don't understand why I have to give candy to people I don't know, who don't live in my neighborhood, just because they show up on my front porch.
But then again, we don't give out candy. We give out plastic crap and stickers from Oriental Trading. And generally speaking it really ticks people off. Especially the 10 and older crowd. Especially times two, the 20 years olds who come to our door at 9:00 pm, not even in costumes with pillow cases wanting candy and all we have left are ghost finger puppets and pumpkin stickers. Ha ha! And, that one girl, who didn't have a bag, who was with said 20 year olds who just stuck out her hand and stood on my front porch staring at my 7 year old and he just stared back because she didn't have a bag and even he was smart enough to know that we weren't giving handouts - not in that sense anyway. That was when we turned off the lights and called it a night.
Or, the little kid who, when Elliott gave him one of the few pieces of candy we did have, inspected it and then handed it back declaring that he didn't like it and marched into our house, to our bowl and demanded something different, while his mom just stood on the porch weakly telling him to back off. He and Elliott had a short stand off, and finally Elliott took the candy away from him and gave him a cheap plastic jumping spider. See kid, you beg and you lose. That kid was not from my neighborhood. And I didn't like him either.
We gave out about 600 "treats" last night. Our neighborhood is known as one that goes all out for the holiday with enough "big ticket houses" that it has a reputation that brings out not only all the surrounding neighborhoods, but people from all over. People we've never seen. People we know don't live around here. It bugs me. Is it really worth it for a snack size pack of M&M's?
But, Wyatt had so much fun being in big kid school and in the parade ("But Mom, it wasn't a parade, we just walked around the school," he said) and having a party with FOUR treats. And Elliott thought he was pretty cool because he was one of only a small handful of baseball players, not like all the ELSA's we say - holy unoriginal batman. We joked in the car that it should have been called Elsaween, instead of Halloween.
And, we carved pumpkins and it grossed Quinn out which was pretty funny. And, before bed time that little sloth was so hopped up on sugar that he not only broke open a glow stick and sprayed glow goo all over the entire house (bad!) but he was moving at the speed of roadrunner, not sloth and he was singing and dancing and passing out candy and was down right hilarious and crazy and I wish you could have seen him because most people don't think he has a personality but once he gets going, he's a total nutter (phew! long sentence.).
You want to know what was the best part of yesterday? It was payday and I was able to order a whole bunch of Christmas presents online while the boys were doing their thing all afternoon and evening. And that made the day just about worth it.
Until next year Halloween....
Until next year....
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