Happy Halloween!

Yes, it is that night where we dress our children up and goulish costumes and send them out to beg for candy from the neighbors. Have I mentioned I am not very fond of Halloween? I don't know why, really. I liked Halloween as a kid. Picking out my costume, trolling for candy until I couldn't carry the bag anymore, running around the neighborhood in the dark. What's not to love?!

I suppose I started to get a little jaded about this holiday as I entered adulthood and specifically motherhood. When my oldest was almost 2 years old I was all ready to give her the best 1st try at trick or treating a kid could have. I spent weeks making her a fleece kitten costume so she wouldn't be cold in the frozen northland. I measured and cut and sewed it up. Yeah, that's right, I sew!

So, we are all ready for the big night and what happens? That's right, the Halloween Blizzard. Maybe you heard about it, 28 inches of snow, on Halloween. Oh well, we can dress her up and just go to the neighbors close by. She can still have her Halloween. I get her all dressed up, painted her nose pink and painted on whiskers equiped her with a pumpkin bucket and...she threw-up! That's right, she blew chunks all over the living room floor. She ended up with a fever of 102 degrees Farenheit, threw-up all night, and was down for the count for 3 days.

I was devestated! All that work! All that planning! The child probably didn't even realize what was going on. But, what can you do, nothing!

Well, the hubby (he really is something special) mentioned to his folks about the botched Halloween. They said, "well, dress her up again and bring her over here." So we did. They thought she was just darling, of course. They said we should take her to some of their neighbors (all the same houses where my hubby trick or treated as a child) and we did. They all thought she was darling too and since they all had leftover candy they were happy to endulge her in a little post-Halloween trick or treating.