Happy Halloween, friends!
To celebrate the inevitability of all of my kids teeth rotting out of their mouths, I have captured Little J in all his high-fructose-corn-syrup-ed glory, consuming ONE of the FOUR king-sized candy bars that he collected tonight. King-sized is the new crappy tootsie roll, and today's pagans are childhood obesity, tooth decay and diabetes, apparently.
I'm gonna be honest here. Apart from the bonus of six weeks of candy my children have pan-handled for tonight, Halloween wears my sh#! out. Mostly because today the kids participated in a Halloween parade at school, which basically means that our 632 different costume accessories had the potential to be tye-dyed in icing and scattered amongst four different classrooms, their adjourning hallways and their shared toilets. Turns out it was okay, even though I sent L to school with the biggest costume of all time, and that is just ASKING for a red food dye stain, Halloween-style.
We were a butterfly (NOT a fairy), two Jedis and a blue angry bird. I think my father-in-law got some pictures of the kids in costume last week, but take my word for it, they were homemade and semi-awkward (see above). But, as Big J pointed out to me on our ride home from school today, "I NEVER let them do anything fun," and so it appears that my job-success rating is 100%, as I am managing to suck the joy out of their childhood AND dress them in costumes they will consider embarrassing at the age of 18.
I hope Halloween was great for all of you, and that your kids didn't count the number of Kit-Kat's they received tonight! Welcome to the holiday season, blogworld; it is my sincere hope that we all survive the next nine weeks without suffering an aneurysm.