Seven parents. A one-year-old princess. A four-year-old Spider-Man. A five-year-old rock star. A five-year-old Super Mario brother. A four-year-old Butterfly Princess. A two-year-old dinosaur. And Junior, the two-year-old pirate who looked more like a well-dressed hobo.
I now know exactly what it feels like to herd sheep: crazed, maniacal, cackling sheep on a sugar high. The most frightening sheep ever! Sheep who decide to roll around on people's lawns. Who disappear into shrubs and wander off with other trick-or-treaters. Who yell into the night sky like barbarians.
Who wake up at 6:15 a.m. thanks to Daylight Savings Time.
Halloween, now that we've officially met, toddler-style, I think it's time we start to see other people.
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Heh! This is just the beginning of the mania! You have years of this to look forward to!
Oh, yeah last night was a calm riot with me walking Ella around while she cut the circulation off in my pointer finger, Wyatt ran like a freak and the cousins were on the move. Maybe we should just buy three bags of candy next year and call it good.
Bwahahaha. Sometimes it is soooooo good to be a goat.
I hear the Tooth Fairy is a better lay...you might wanna start there.
The most fun Halloween I ever had (insert sarcasm here) was the first one I spent with my stepson. ADHD, undiagnosed & unmedicated, zero impulse control. No matter HOW many times we told him not to run ahead and skip all the other kids, he did it every.single.time. My kids cried, strangers cried. I cried.
Oh, but the Easter Bunny might leave turds on your living room carpet. . .
Okay, now add one who disappears to a friend's house across town while still dressed exactly like Jack Skelton, throw in a dose of text messages to the phone you DIDN'T bring along in your skin tight Halloween costume, and you have MY Halloween.
Herding CATS.
I thought this year would be awesome. My daughter wanted to go with friends instead of me....and at the last minute she changed her mind and I had to go too. Dammit.
LOL I love Halloween! The kids were great this year as they are every year. Our house is cool to hang at, so we hit about 12 houses and called it good. Now to deal with Santa...
isn't it great?!
LOL sorry! Hope you had a great weekend anyway! :o)
The secret is in the ratio of parents to kids. Never less than 1:1, preferably 2:1.
If you ever figure out how to ditch Halloween for 'other people' please let me know. I'd love to do the same. ;)
Really? The Tooth Fairy?
Alcohol in a Solo cup is always a good tag-a-long.
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