We now interrupt your candy-induced coma to bring you a recap of Halloween.
While the haul looks impressive, I am sorely disappointed in the measly two Almond Joys the kids brought home. I sent them out with very strict instructions to never pass up an Almond Joy or Mounds Bar. With the average age of our neighborhood hovering around 65, I thought my chances were good. Unfortunately it seems Bit-o-Honey was the “It” candy of the senior set this year.
In order to squash any last-minute costume drama, I make the kids give me their final decision on Halloween costumes in early October. For weeks leading up to the deadline, Elena was waffling over costumes, always circling back to Prom Queen. Sounds promising, but I knew it was just an excuse to wear a tiny (hopefully) strapless dress. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn’t resist pointing out she’d already been a version of that costume the last two years. She was utterly confused. It was straight out of Steel Magnolias.
Elena/Julia Roberts: “But last year I was Ke$ha and the year before I was a Rock Star!” (My colors are blush and bashful!)
Me/Sally Field: “Your costumes were skank and skank.” (Your colors are pink and pink.)
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So when she suggested Cookie Monster? I was all over it. I didn’t care how many stores we had to visit or what the cost, as long as it didn’t involve glitter and anything off the shoulder.
In similar fashion Eli couldn’t decide between Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle or one of the plethora of Super Heroes. Then one day we were wandering the Halloween aisles of Meijer and he came across a black, glittery broom. A REAL, ACTUAL QUIDDITCH BROOM! That’s what he thought anyways, and I went with it. Elena’s Hermione Granger costume was resurrected as Harry Potter. The resemblance is uncanny.
Despite the cold and general lack of coconut, I’ll call Halloween 2012 a darn good one.
Man, you guys rock the best Halloween costumes {and the Steel Magnolias reference, classic}.
Love it- Elena gets an A+ for creativity and modesty this year 🙂
I too am an Almond Joy fan- between the two of them, they brough home exactly one. When we were collecting our “candy tax”, Andrew handed me it and a box of raisins. “You can have these mom, I don’t like them.” Uh, thanks?!?!?