Oooh I just love Halloween. And seeing as today was the first day in a week where I felt better when I woke up than I had the night before, I knew it was going to be a good day. They were sanding and staining our floors so I was more than happy to escape to the kids' Halloween parties.
Naturally, Eion was difficult during his, cementing my decision not to go on any field trips with him. He just can't keep it together when I am there. He took his craft, a bat puppet, and rather than cutting it out, he cut it in half and said, "I will never have a bat puppet." Thanks bud. Glad I took the time to come.
Maggie's class was better if for no other reason than I wasn't in charge. Clearly, many other Moms shopped at Target too:
Eion was better behaved during Maggie's party than his own though I think it was directly proportional to the number of M&Ms he ate during the course of the party. It was so bad that the teacher intervened.
So later it was off to the Club for the annual Halloween party. I felt more than a little bit melancholy knowing that we were coming to the end of our years at this particular soiree. Morrigan was on the older side and I feel certain will tell me in a year or two that this party is for babies.
In the meantime, they had a blast this year. We took John Paul with us and after a brief session at the buffet, scarcely saw the lot of them.
Well, except for E. We all saw allot of him. He didn't care for his droid costume, save that it gave him something in common with friend Sam, and wanted to change.
I sent him to the bathroom with his clothes and told him to go ahead and change. Which naturally meant that he returned, through the dining room, clad only in his underwear, carrying both his costume and clothes. Based on the comments I heard throughout the evening, nary a single attendee missed this display. Again, thanks E.
But largely, the party was a success. And I was in no way planning to interfere with my children's consumption of sweets. It is Halloween after all. John Paul in particular appreciated my relaxed attitude in relation to dessert. On the way there, he asked if he could have whatever he wanted. When told he could, I just heard a murmured, "Whoh."
And as a lovely postscript to the evening, when we got home and started putting the kids to bed, Morrigan asked how her bed got so bloody. Which, really, is a rather alarming question when you have been out for the afternoon. Indeed, her comforter was splattered with blood as was my freshly painted wall. Despite a rather exhaustive search, I could find no rodent carcass but I can only assume that some slaughter occurred in our absence at the paws (and jaws) of Midnight. Thanks kitty, but I prefer my blood at Halloween to be fake.