Monday, November 02, 2009
It rained, it poured, it stopped (wash, rinse, repeat)
Looking back over the last 72 hours, I'm not at all sure why I like Halloween.
We aren't talented at making costumes.
My camera isn't working properly.
Doesn't matter, I can count upon at least ONE of the kids not wearing their costume. And the other one to fight, tooth and nail, for the most illogical footwear ever. Neither will really let me take their pictures.
We are REALLY low-brow with decorations.
We get NO Trick-or-Treaters.
But that doesn't stop us from buying too much candy.
We spend all day trying to get normal things done around the house while Ittybit asks "Is it time to go Trick-or-Treating yet?" All. Day. Long.
Of course, then it rains.
And Ittybit's hard-fought-for-shoes make it impossible for her to keep up with the pack.
Which means getting caught in the rain, and getting drenched.
Which brings on tears.
And changes of plans.
And more tears.
And even when they are so exhausted that they can no longer keep their eyes open ...
No one sleeps.
First one. ...
And then the other ...
Make their way into our bedroom.
The dog barks until we let her in the room, too.
Then the cat creeps in.
And jumps on the dog.
Who jumps up with cat-like speed but old dog-like grace, and skitters around to the other side of the bed, where she circles and circles, her unclipped nails clicking against the floor, until she finally drops with an "ooomph."
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
All. Night. Long.