First was the halloween party at toddler gym, where as you can see, Fifi is all about separation anxiety and trusting no one but her mom,..
Then there was the magical box from Grandma Z with the cool Halloween treats - like this, the cat that poops brown jelly beans, .. and the skeleton that poops candy,.. and the gummy tape worms and the enlarged gummy tongue. Gee, thanks Grandma, I think!?!?
But a holiday is just not right without a trip to the EMERGENCY ROOM. Let me quickly recap. Christmas? Zach at the ER on the blessed eve. New Year's? Six hours in urgent care on the first day of the New Year with Jared, frantically nursing a three week old infant and crying silently to myself in the bathroom. Halloween? Mommy thinks it'll be just dandy to take the B to ride a pony at the pumpkin patch. Get to the patch. No ponies. Pay a ridiculous amount of money to have goats eat the shirts off our backs (plesae see picture above). Sit down for overpriced pizza at picnic table. B gets stung by a bee on her cheek. Cry, kiss, Dora bandaid, everything is fine. She wakes up from her nap. Slightly swollen cheek. By the time we get back from trick or treating it is pretty darned swollen. Call nurse hotline. Daddy makes like the EMT he should have been and speeds her to the ER. Long story short.. there was a secondary infection of the sting. What does that mean in layman terms? There was probably GOAT POOP ON THE STINGER OF THE BEE. You know what fate? I am a mom of five kids; a toddler who needs a solid wipe, a baby who needs a diaper change AND a puppy who does not know the meaning of HOUSEBROKEN. I HAVE ENOUGH POOP IN MY LIFE. I DON"T NEED A BEE STINGER WITH IT AS WELL.
Anyway, on with the story
Halloween really brings out our competitive spirit - lucky for us St. Frances has a 'Trunk or Treat' we can attend to play games and do a dry run for the BIG NIGHT.
The old sack race, and I don't mean, 'the kids get to race against the old sack,.." sheesh,...
The zen mastery of the bean bag...
Then we were visited by the angels,..
Don't let what mommy tells you sway you,.. this isn't a halloween costume,.. really,
Well, you have to walk before you can fly,..
And when you're too tired to crawl, walk or fly,.. have daddy carry you,.
Dude, it isn't easy wearing a halo,
Seriously, it ain't easy,
But when you figure it out, it really pays off!
Did I mention the serious wind tunnel we have in our house?
The before picture,..
And the after,...
This is what I call 'the pensive ghoul'
Most of our ghoulish crew,.. it's hard to get those spirits to sit still for a picture you know.
Resolution for the new year: feed Kyle more.
Some more of the motley crew in the front yard,.. dude, is that Kyle?