This year our HOA and neighborhood residents have been burdened with the possibility of rain and thunderstorms on Halloween night.
Well, just as it has happened the last four years, my son’s Halloween costume choice has disappointed me, yet again. I was all sunshine and rainbows over his initial desire to be Steve Harvey for Halloween this year. I won’t lie to you. I had even been doing some mustache window shopping. Mr. Harvey has a very distinct mustache and I wanted it to be perfect.
Now I’ll spend the rest of the month dreading the possibility that one of these gentleman will show up at our door and look into the eyes of Lord Vader as they tell him, “Luke, I am your father.” Oh the irony.
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- While talking about the seasons, specifically fall, I asked Luke what his favorite part of fall was. Always thinking outside the box he answered, “All the talking alligators.”
- Last night Brantley took Luke trick-or-treating while I stayed home and gave out candy. Brantley returned home about an hour later with a crying, exhausted and hyperglycemic little boy. I snuggled up with Luke in an effort to calm him down and allow his pancreas time to do its job. I asked him to tell me all about trick-or-treating. (Please read the following sentence with a lisp.) “Well, someone messed up my candy order and I said, ‘Uh-scuse me sir, but I’m uh-wergic to nuts, but it’s ok because my Mom wuuuuuvs nuts.”
I’m writing to you from the naughty mat. A good blogger wouldn’t have gone a full week without so much as a Luke-ism, but I have a good excuse. I’ve been busy. Last Monday was Halloween, and I had to function as a single parent. My son refused to wear his costume, and when he found one suitable he wouldn’t leave our yard. Instead, he helped me give out candy after he greeted everyone with, “Happy birthday! Welcome to my shed.”
|Last minute tiger costume.|
|Baxter was a turtle.|
- Snuggled my nieces.
- Caught up with my sister-in-law regarding too many things to mention.
- Quality time with eldest niece (almost 14) discussing all things Bieber and Kardashian, and playing hair. There was bonding over dry shampoo.
- Got to hear my eldest niece drop the first ever F-bomb in front of her Mom. (Hilarious. With all of the gasping of air, I’m surprised the baby didn’t turn blue from oxygen deprivation. I later got in trouble (ME!) for having consoled eldest niece with, “Don’t get upset. If you get in big trouble, just tell me. I’ll buy you anything, just don’t be sad.”)
Halloween had a little less magic this year than in years past. Thanks to recent events from Yemen, I found it somewhat inappropriate to dress Luke in his Unibomber costume. So, we had to resort back to the cow costume he didn’t want to wear. It took both Brantley and I to wrestle him into the costume and get it zipped up. All that fun wouldn’t have been complete without a marital spat, which ended in me shouting at Brantley, “He’s the two year old so why are you acting like a big fat baby?” Not my finest moment, but we made it through and after a few houses Luke got the hang of saying, “Trick or treat.”