I totally meant to post about Halloween on Halloween. After the Trick or Treating was over. After the baby finally passed out. After I’d stolen most of his candy.
And then, I got sick.
I got real sick.
So sick that I spent all of Friday in bed, generally oblivious to what was going on around me. I don’t think I’ve slept so much in my adult life. It was ridiculous. I didn’t even get on Facebook once. So you know it must have been bad.
But, I’m back to almost normal today though. I actually ate more than crackers. And I packed a few boxes in preparation for our big move. And I had roughly 17 panic attacks thinking about the rest of the house I need to pack.
Yep, pretty normal.
We did have a pretty great first Halloween with Wyatt though.
This is the kind of picture you get when you’re trying to take a 3-person selfie with a baby who likes to grab everything. Oh, the memories.
Ryan’s mom bought Wyatt this super awesome pirate costume last year, but I put it in his closet and sort of forgot about it. So, the awesome and creative parents we are, we went to Walmart and bought him the cheapest pumpkin costume we could find. Nothing’s too good for my baby!
When I discovered the long-lost pirate costume I figured I’d hang onto the pumpkin one. Just in case. And as you will later discover, I am totally psychic.
Here he is cursing me for putting him in a hat
Shortly after this I put him down in the living room so I could take care of some important things in the kitchen (sneaking Snickers from the trick or treater’s candy bowl is important, yeah?) and when I came back he was sitting in a puddle of his own puke. This was like the mother-load of vomit. Wonderful.
But you see, totally psychic. I knew.
After a bath and a quick change we had a pirate-turned pumpkin
Then it was off to the Mall of America for some trick or treating. That was an…experience. I still think it was a better choice than walking around with a baby in the cold rain, but apparently most of the Twin Cities also thought it was a better choice as well.
It was crowded and women who should know better kept ramming me with their strollers. And kids who probably don’t know better, but I don’t care because I’m mean, kept bumping into me and PERSONAL SPACE ISSUES.
I have them.
We got home kind of late, but we still had a few trick or treaters, which I think had a lot to do with the Halloween
disaster extravaganza going on across the street. I’m pretty sure you could see that sucker from space.
I am definitely not sorry that we’re moving away from this neighborhood. Nope. Not one single bit.
So, have you ever had any costume disasters? I’d love to know I’m not alone!
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