And then we each came down with The Plague. Rather, Husband came down with it first. And then he infected Carter. Who then lovingly coughed into my mouth. Repeatedly.
Thus rendering Carter's second Halloween fate to be Charlie Brown. Again.
But then I quickly realized that Plan B involved craftiness. And purchasing items necessary for craftiness. And craftiness does not jive with The Plague. So? I chalked it up to "he's not going to remember this holiday any way and I bet my Loyals won't even notice that I don't post the "Requisite Come Ooh and Aww Over My Kid In A Costume" post.
In other words, a big fat Mom-fail.
Until my mother, a true Mother Of The Year, stepped in and took control. Within seconds of us being in Hometown, New Jersey she had pulled hoards of my brother's old Halloween costumes from storage. Preserved perfectly and knowing that I would be kicking myself in the rear come November 1st if Carter didn't get to dress up for Halloween.
Enter: Carter The Pumpkin.
Pretend like I edited out all that drippy snot you see there, OK? Thanks. I wasn't kidding when I said we each have The Plague.
With a last minute trip to Walmart to scoop up a black turtleneck, black sweats and the token pumpkin head treat caddy, C was ready to hit the neighborhood. And hit the neighborhood he did.
He had an absolute blast running up and down the sidewalks and chasing the big kids in their costumes. He wasn't phased by the masks, the wigs, the hanging skeletons or even the pyrotechnics and fog machines. Loyals, this slice of suburbia doesn't mess around.
Our friends and neighbors couldn't say enough about how cute he looked and how fearless he is. Both the truest of true statements.
Oh and let's not forget to mention the evil troll of a woman, dressed in an ill-fitting wedding gown, might I add, who denied C Halloween candy because he's "only a toddler." Yes, you read that right. My eager 15 month old finally mustered up the guff to actually make it all. the. way. up to a front door and as he stood excitedly in front of this Miserable Witch, babbling and gabbing away, she basically brushed him aside and continued to dole out candy to the elementary school kids who were quickly lining up behind him.
Oh, the gall. Loyals, needless to say both The Husband and I were seeing red. You know, once we actually got over the initial shock of "did that really just happen?"
All in all I would say it was a successful Second Halloween. You see, even Sheepie shared his spooky spirit. And by spooky I clearly mean "he donned sissy bunny ears."
Happy Tuesday, Loyals! Hopefully you've shaken your sugar coma and are finally coming down off the high that is miniature Snickers and Paydays. My favorites!