We're at the mall this last Saturday with the children persuasion (post mucho lemonade-o and those wonderfully yummo Chic Fil A chicken nuggests for all), and already the Christmas music was playing and decorations abound. What happened to enjoying one holiday at a time? Isn't Halloween upon us? Can't we enjoy the scary stories, costumes, spoooooky decorations for this time before parlaying into Santaland? Frustration.
Recently I was walking through the Walmart, as all parents do, wandering the aisles of Duncan Hines buttercreme icing, Crest sparkle fun toothpaste and Dora the Explorer dress me up dolls, when I came up to the Barbie area. The epiphany was upon me. Being previously uninspired by the typical witch or bad fairy costumes, I was perplexed over what I should dress as this Halloween. The idea came to me in a Barbie box...Tippi Hedren a la Alfred Hitchcock's THE BIRDS. A cheap green wool suit ($5 from Goodwill), some rips in the pantyhose with spilled blood on the head and calves, a french twist in my not so blonde hair and a crow or 2 attatched to my head and shoulder (um, dollar tree, anyone?) and I'm ready! Well, almost. Fast forward to nearly 2 days before Halloween 2009 and no wool suit, no pantyhose, no crows, but still I'm here with the not so blonde hair and a little blood on my finger from a drive route gone wrong today at work. My kids however have faired better in the costume department...Kenzie to be a tremendous Tinkerbell et Aidan to be Anakin Skywalker (wow-2 years in a row, what a life and money-saver), as inspired by The Clone Wars. Dad and I have relegated ourselved to the ideal that although we are SANS costumeage, the kids will represent the joy that is Halloween in full effect. Sadly, although I can type, I am unable to scan photos a la Mr. computer at this time, so it remains to be seen if you people will ever see what any of us look like. Carlen, I think you know what I look like, right?
Christmas, I will decorate the mantel with great cheer, but not quite yet. Our ceramic Halloween houses and scary decorations will remain for a least a week or two more. I purchased a spooky children's ghost story book that had a tale in it entitled "The Green Ribbon" (note to self: begin proofreading stories before you read to child in the pm, such that you will not cause nightmares). I read it to Aidan the other evening and had him in tears by the end of it (nightmare and screams followed close behind). Yes, I felt awful; however, what is Halloween without a scary story or a ghost or 2? Aidan is okay now and I'm sure more spooky moments await us all on Halloween night.
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2 comments:
1. Yes. I do recall what you look like.
2. I think the babies should wear their costumes to the zoo Saturday.
We can just say they passed out from a diabetic coma and we didn't want to change them. Maybe we can leave le bebe Tigre avec le real Tigres and take a nap while they play. If le real Tigres are anything like le domestic chat, they will just look at le bebe from afar, and will not get close enough to consume her as a snack.
3. Christmas music makes me want to vomit. Walmart also makes me want to vomit. Projectile-y. Which reminds me, my father used to be able to vomit on command. Once, when I was just a wee tot, I got out of bed to tell him that I was sick and going to throw up. He thought it was a ploy to stay up late, and said "Well, go throw up in your bed". And, being the obedient child that I was (not), I obliged.
That's what you get, right?
Ha! Costumes to the zoo, huh? Hmm...given that we are to be in attendance the night prior at J's cousin's party thang, we ALL might be in the costumes, for the Zoo outing. I'm sure the ticket takers at the front gate would get a kick out of that. I think we're shooting for 10am; however, I will advise your mamala as the time tick tocks on.
Scary that you could projectile on demand. Believe this or not, I think your mother persuasion did advise me on that story...pretty nasty to the max, dude. But guess what? Your days are coming, as your daughter as she grows will test your spirit and many more parts you didn't know ya had.
Thankfully she's not here today. Let's just say that it feels a bit like my son's Kindergarten. They have the flavor of a stale pringles.
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