Halloween

As we were walking between two houses Frank said, “Mom, this is my best Halloween ever.” Anyone who reads this blog regularly knows that Frank says stuff like that frequently. Everything is his best EVER. This time, I agree with him. This year Beckett was able to go trick-or-treating with Frank and it was beyond fun. It took Beck a few houses to get the hang of it. Initially he wanted to hold on to the candy he got, but realized that he couldn’t keep collecting it in his hands which must be why mom was carrying that bucket. He would still hold on to each piece of candy until it was time to approach the front door of the next house—and then he would hang on to one piece, which he would drop as he was given more.

Frank was the “scream” character, complete with blood that ran down his face, which he thought was the coolest and scariest costume ever. Many people agreed with the scary part. Beckett was a cowboy. As I said before, I lost control of Frank’s costume choices after he was three. Beckett I still have final say over, and he looked adorable. I will never forget the mental picture of Beckett running down the sidewalk with his little boots and chaps on, cowboy hat teetering on his head and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.

We went to all of the houses on our street and one of the side streets and then went over to the fairgrounds for the Hullabaloo. We were supposed to meet up with friends there, but that didn’t work out. We stayed for about a half an hour, but it was VERY crowded and very loud and Frank wanted to go home. It was close to 8:00 when we left which is past the boys’ bedtime anyway and we were all ready to end the night.

I am thankful often that Frank has a brother to share things with, that is especially true of Halloween. I always felt a little sad that he either had to go trick-or-treating by himself, or we had to skip our own neighborhood in order for him to go with friends. We did that three years in a row. One of the years he fell asleep on the way home so didn’t get to go to a single house in our neighborhood. The next morning when he woke up he was really mad, and I felt like shit. But whaddaya do?

Problem solved. Have another kid. Life is complete.