halloweenie.

Happy Halloween 2013 Jack-O-Lantern
The 2013 Wilhelm Jack-O-Lantern

pre-halloweenie.


Last year, Madeline didn’t know what to think of Halloween. This year she’s nailing it to the wall!

Baby Madeline in Mommy's Little Pumpkin onesie with Evil Witch Peggy

I’m going to spend my entire pre-Halloween weekend looking here and here for inspiration for our big DIY Christmas gift for Madeline, while sipping on this and crunching on these, after trying to recreate something like this. When I am not doing those things, I will be very busy coaxing Madster in her very first Halloween costume (she didn’t dress up last year, because we wanted her first costume to be when Daddy was home; last year he was here) for our outing to the Symphonic Spooktacular with some of our close friends on Sunday. Those of you who are dying to see Maddie in costume, don’t you worry. She will also be dressing up for Tuesday’s Story Time, for my Halloween morning dermatologist appointment and for trick or treating next week. Get your tickets now!

What do you have lined up for the final weekend in October?

hello, my little candy girl.

Confession: I went to BJ’s yesterday to buy Halloween candy.

Bags of candy behind laptopYou might be thinking, “Confession? Halloween is a week away. That’s just good common sense!” But it’s not good common sense. Not in this house. I put seven whole days between those bags of candy and that holiday. Just this morning, Andy opened up the bag of Wonka candy and threw a handful into his lunch. I can’t stop eyeing the two bags of Funtastic Tootsie Roll Favorites that lurk behind the screen of my laptop as I type this post. And the 52oz bag of mini Twix, Snickers, Milkway Midnight, Milkway and 3 Musketeers haunted both of our dreams last night.

If I were a betting man, I’d bet that the $40 of candy sitting on our table right now will be gone by the end of this weekend. Because when it comes to candy, folks, the adults living in this house have NO self-control. I say the adults because Maddie doesn’t touch the stuff. We’re actually putting off having her try candy for as long as possible, not because it’s bad for your teeth (who cares, she doesn’t have any anyway!), but because candy is like drugs. Or Pringles. Once you pop, the fun don’t stop. No it does not. The girl doesn’t know what she’s missing. Yet. And that’s exactly how we want to keep it.

But come next week, when our little baby Jack-O-Lantern steps out our door, out of the safe zone, and runs up to our neighbors house and says, “MAMAddddblrrrrgggg MER IIIIIIIIIIdidit!” aka “Trick or Treat!” I don’t think there will be any looking back. And I’ll finally say (in an extremely spooky voice) what I’ve wanted to say to her since the day she was born: “Hello, my little candy girl. Welcome to the dark side. Now give Mommy all your Reeses.”