I failed. Again. It is the second year in a row that I didn’t
take pictures of my children on Halloween in their costumes. And I have realized why I have neglected to
snap pictures of them in their Halloween costumes.
Simply because it is not out of the ordinary for my children
to dress up as something outlandish and leave the house. It is just part of their personalities and it
has always been accepted. Chase has been
known to wear a construction vest to school and strut blue hair. (For real, I woke up from a nap one weekend
to find Chase with blue hair- and this was a few days before school pictures
this year).
And let’s be honest.
Ryder lives his everyday life as a ninja turtle- I don’t need to capture
the moment on one specific evening.
I don’t think Chase will ever ask why I don’t have a picture
of him as an 8 year old on Halloween, but I do think he will remember the Halloween themed dinner we had. He will
remember the Jack-O-Lantern pizza, the paw shaped cheese puffs and the orange
pop he got to feast on that night. I
think he will remember how he went to grandma and grandpa’s after
trick-or-treating for hot chocolate and to pass candy out to other kids. And if he doesn’t remember those specific
things, I think he will remember the feeling of togetherness because, even
though we don’t have a picture to prove it, we spent Halloween with people we
love.
And for right now, that’s enough. No
picture necessary.
On a side note: As we
were at a trunk or treating event, the kids hopped in line with other kids to
ask for tricks and treats and the adults stood to the side chatting. After
awhile I noticed that the line was being held up by Ryder so I went to
investigate. Apparently, Ryder hid his
fart gun in the bottom of his candy bucket and was showing a group of elderly
gentlemen how to make farting noises. That
kid sure knows how to keep it classy… or gassy.
(Sorry, I couldn’t resist the
rhyme. Speaking of rhymes. Ryder has discovered a rhyming word for the
dog. Can anyone guess what rhymes with
Buck? Can anyone else guess which Mom
isn’t proud when she has to tell her 3 year old to stop yelling for “Buck the F*ck”
when we go for walks?)
