Halloween 2018
11.01.2018
Halloween 2018 will probably go down as the year of independence and utter chaos, but it will also be the year I have never felt more grateful to live here in this beautiful neighborhood among so many amazing friends. I think I say that every year though. Halloween just brings out the good in the community and I love every minute of it.
There was no family costume theme this year. I knew it would happen one day. Jed is eight and when he saw the creepy grim reaper costume, he just had to have it. A similar thing happened with Levi. He had enthusiastic plans to be Viking alongside his little red dragon, but when his eye caught hold of the Halo costume, he begged me to let him change his mind.
"But you've never even played Halo," I argued.
"Yes, I have! All the time. Outside with my friends!"
Hahaha. Definitely the better version to be playing when you're six. I relented. Levi has an obsession with all things army and guns at the moment. I would not be the least surprised if he grew up and joined the military one day. In fact, it would make me a proud mama, but that's off topic.
I made this costume for Jed (Oh, the time I used to have with only one child!) and it was so painstakingly difficult to sew, that I have made sure it was worth the effort by having each child wear it on Halloween one year. It brought back so many sweet memories this year seeing Conrad wear it yesterday. We closed on our home a few days before Halloween in 2011 when Jed was just 18 months old. He wore the costume to the trunk or treat at Kimberly Park and then I remember spending the rest of the evening painting trim while he slept in a pack 'n play. It's so fun to look around now and see how much has changed - in our lives and around our home - including two additional boys!
Anyway, I turned on Hocus Pocus after school for the boys and made an easy dinner, but the evening still turned out stressful trying to wrangle three wild boys into their costumes. Conrad knew something exciting was happening and would not quit screaming! Jed was so wound up that he refused to take the trash in from the curb for me and beat up my wreath with his sickle instead; it nearly lost him his opportunity to trick-or-treat. We settled on no t.v. privileges for the rest of the week.
But all is well that ends well, right? They made it outside into the front yard for some pictures and gleefully waited for their friends to arrive so they could start trick-or-treating. The evening was dark, cold, and cloud covered. A very appropriately eery Halloween setting.
