Belated Halloween? Already?

Happy belated Halloween? Is it okay for me to say that even though we’re almost half way through November? Ya’ll has it been forever since I blogged or what? Well, I guess I thought it would be fun to jam as many sessions as possible into a three week period. It all caught up with me this weekend when I became sick and was forced to lay around for a day and half. I have so much to share! But first, let me do a little late Halloween celebrating. Some of this will be old to those of you who follow my facebook and instagram, but, bare with me, not all of it is.
I love Halloween. I love the fact that it’s a fall holiday. I love seeing all the littles dressed up and flooding the streets. I love watching families walk to each house. I love watching the toddlers either grab mommy/daddy’s hand or breath in brave and walk up all on their own. Of, course, I love all the candy. I love that every year we make chili. I love that we always watch scary movies (even if I only watch them out the corner of my eye or through the cracks of my fingers as I place my hands over my eyes). I try not to think too much about all the creepy, bad things associated with Halloween and just focus on it being a silly little holiday that’s fun.

Now that I’m older, I think back to my childhood and all the Halloween memories I have and I think they’re just so different from most of the people I know. Most of you know that I lived with my Grandma growing up until high school. She was an amazing woman who taught me so much, but I don’t think Halloween was one of those holidays she really celebrated. We lived out in the country and I only remember having a trick-or-treater once. I think we may have given them an apple. lol. She was also older and didn’t drive. I relied on the good graces of our neighbors who would drive me to town with their littles to trick-or-treat. The funny part was always the costume. I am pretty sure I went as a baby several times simply because I had night gowns, could put my hair in pigtails, and had a little baby doll I could carry. The worst costume I remember was a smurf. I didn’t really have a smurf costume, but that didn’t stop me. So…I made a Smurf mask….out of lined notebook paper…and yarn maybe. It ripped. I don’t think I even had blue clothes on. So it was just the ripped smurf mask on notebook paper.  Now, it’s super important to me that Steff know that, as long as I am here and capable, I will be there to either make, buy, or help him make, whatever he wants to be for Halloween…within reason, of course. And I hope I will never have to make him a costume out of notebook paper, but if I do, I promise to add a bunch of pages together to make it strong.

I have to admit that I was sad when I realized Little Man and I would be trick-or-treating alone (it was changed to Nov. 1 instead of Halloween due to weather, which I am thankful for) since Daddy would be working (he’s a football coach). In the end, it felt like something special that the two of us got to do together. He wasn’t quite sure what to think at first. Once he went to his first house and realized momma was being serious about saying “trick-or-treat” and getting candy, he wanted to go to every house. We walked every where. He would yell out with excitement every time he saw another little dressed as batman. Every house we went to he would grab my hand tightly. He almost went alone a couple times, but would stop and twist his little foot around shyly and then put his fingers in his mouth just before turning to me and grabbing my hand. I didn’t mind. It won’t be long before he’s off running around with all of his friends. He didn’t say “trick-or-treat” at most houses, but he almost always said “thank you”. I was proud momma.

Practicing “flying” in his cape.

He enjoyed walking at night and roaming/flying in the streets where there were no cars or people. He wanted me to stay at a safe distance, enough to give him some freedom.

Peace and so much love,

Cilla