I love Halloween!!
Halloween is even greater than it was before because I get to share it with my kids.
This year was Ian’s third Halloween. The first year he was only 7 months old and I dressed him up as a bat to go with his cousins who were vampires.
My nieces friends and their parents came over for a pretrick-or-treating party with food and games. Then all the older kids went trick-or-treating and we stayed at my sisters to hand out candy.
His second Halloween he was a monster, and super-duper adorable.
We went out trick-or-treating with my cousin and her daughter, who is just a week older than Ian. Us adults had to go up to the door with the kids and ask for the candy. The kiddos could talk, but were being shy.
This year he rocked it. We get a catalog from a company called Chasing Firflies, they sell kids clothes and costumes that are amazing. They are expensive but the quality is worth it. My sister has some of the girls costumes from there, including one this year. We showed Ian the catalog and out of all the boys costumes he decided he wanted to be Snake Eyes from G.I. Joes. For two months he stuck to his decision. Every time we asked him what he wanted to be for Halloween he would through his fist in the air and proclaim “Snake Eyes!”
The Snake Eyes costume was too large for him so I searched for a cheaper version and had my mom alter it. I was afraid come game time he would change his mind, or decided he didn’t want to participate, or wouldn’t wear the mask.
Much to my delight and pleasure he was still excited about the costume. So we donned his alter identity, took pictures with his cousins and headed out into the night while the baby stated with Bamama and Tante to hand out candy. He held his sword up and said “I Snake Eyes!”
At the first house Dad, Uncle and I stood back on the street as the three of them walked up to the door and politely begged for candy from a complete stranger. My heart swelled and burst with pride for my big boy and longing for my little baby back. I heard that little voice say “trick-or-treat. Thank you” and then he came back with a huge grin holding his plastic pumpkin bucket and told me “I say trick-or-treat and I get candy! Let’s find anoder house Mama!”
This continued at each house and as his bucket got filled I would have to carry it for him and he would say “whew. it’s so heavy. I so strong mama.” when I gave it to him on his way up to the door.
Since his cousins aren’t typical nine-year olds we didn’t stay out long, because they wanted to go home, not because my son was too tired. We headed back to my sisters and he got to examine his stash and have a few pieces of candy.