Lessons Learned at Halloween

orangeLittle Lass is three and a half and the first two Halloweens she had were spent at home. Flyboy and I had discussed it early on and we decided we wanted to wait until she was old enough to really enjoy it instead of it being just us carting around a little bundle of cute to fleece candy off strangers. That made this year the first time she ever got dressed up and went trick-or-treating. The look on her face when she realized what was going on and what it was all about was priceless. Took to it like a fish to water she did. My brain, however, is now doing another one of it’s wandering single-sided conversations. So I present this Halloweens version of Late Night Musings.

  • I distinctly remember being super upset with my parents a few times when they made me dress warm when the costume obviously was meant to be worn in a very specific manner. There was whining and gnashing of teeth. Today I took my daughters ladybug short sleeve dress costume and added leggings and a thermal top with that memory full in my mind. It’s Minnesota, it’s October and I didn’t bake those arms and legs for 9 months just to have them freeze off for how a costume is supposed to be worn. I feel no shame.
  • I also feel no need to officially tell my parents I get it. I have my pride and the pride of my pre-teen righteousness to protect.
  • My new heroes live on a corner nearby. After Little Lass got her candy the fella asked if I was interested in a fortifying adult beverage to keep me going. Chardonnay out of a plastic cup on a neighborhood sidewalk with kids running around is a whole new experience.
  • I also feel warm fuzzies for the lady who asked if I wanted a piece of adult candy and handed me part of a Godiva bar.
  • I need to step up my decorating efforts, I obviously am being upstaged and I will not stand for it. Except for this year. Since… you know… it’s over.
  • Now that I’ve earned my “Holy Crap today is Halloween and we have no costume!” parenting badge, I’d like to never repeat the experience. I’ve done the last minute thing before. Doing it when you might be disappointing your own little person is not a rush I need to keep having.
  • Also that scary clown mask with big sharp teeth I used to think was pretty awesome in my younger years? Yeah, not so awesome when it makes your baby scream in terror. Some poor guy almost got sucker punched for doing nothing but existing in that mask for an evening.

Okay… I think that’s it. I hope everyone had an awesome Halloween!

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