Unlike previous years when I have gone all out planning costumes for my kids, I really left Halloween up to them this year. (Back to school burnout is real, folks;). As a result, we all found ourselves scrambling for ideas days before the big day.
Abby and her friends all went as "Among Us" characters. Even though I had no clue what she was, every other teenager in town seemed to. (Apparently, it is a good thing to be "wicked sus?")
Nate's costume made me wicked angry. For months he has been planning to be Gandalf. I'd been convinced that I'd ordered a pricy little costume last year, but could find it, so with a week or two before Halloween, I got online and ordered it. ($96 for this kid to be his favorite wizard!). And no surprise, the day this costume arrived in the mail...I found the other one I'd ordered.
Nothing like spending $200 on a kid, for one day.
He is cute, but to this day I still get mad when I think about it.
Sam had to wait to find out what his friends were being before he could decide on his own costume. In the end, they all agreed to go as skaters. Everything Sam used for his costume were things he actually wears on a normal day. Hmmmmm......
Jessica (and all of her friends went as rappers. I did manage to find this swanky metallic jacket that I hope to see her wear again one day, but probably never will. I'm not entirely sure why half my kids have chosen to be thugs this year. Perhaps the covid restrictions of late have driven them to this point of rebellion?
Or perhaps there is a more genetic explanation for their Halloween expressions.
Heaven knows they didn't inherit their mean streaks from me though;)
My last-minute costume was inspired by a fellow EA who was in Lethbridge the day before Halloween and saw all the makings for a few of us to go as the "Three Blind Mice." It's such an overdone idea, but you guys, when a friend tells you she will get you a costume, you accept. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
One of the unsuspected surprises of covid was that volleyball tournaments were not permitted this year, which meant that for the first time in like FOREVER John was home with us on his birthday. Unfortunately, the whole back to school burnout was a factor, so we didn't celebrate this man in the biggest way possible, but we did manage to throw down a carrot cake in the shape of a ghost.
I'm so grateful I married a man with low expectations;)
With Nate and Jess trick or treating with friends, and Sam and Abby at parties, it was a quiet evening for John and I. We waited anxiously for our doorbell to ring, eager to hand out candy to other people's children, I'll admit there was a pang of longing for former, simpler days when our kids still wanted to be with us. Sigh....
It was a nice evening and I was grateful to get to celebrate the fact that John has lived through 45 Halloweens so far!
Because Nate's 11th birthday fell on a Sunday this year we made sure to celebrate it all weekend long. (Nate had felt quite anxious that the sabbath might not make for a fun enough day for a birthday.)
I hope we did not disappoint!
