Here's what is tough about holidays with little kids. The build up
and excitement for them can never be fully met when the actual day
arrives. They are too young to understand that the entire month, the
crafts, the parties, the outings, the funtivities that we did all month
long, not just on the day, is actually Halloween or Christmas or
whatever holiday it happens to be. This is proving to be a huge issue
with my eldest son. Zane goes full force in celebrating everything,
beyond anything I could ever imagine or try to force on him. I'd be good
with one Happy Halloween or Boo sign, somehow we ended with six signs
and tons of other decorations, lots of which he made himself. I also had
a list of maybe five crafty halloween things to make, but everyday,
first thing in the morning, he would ask what are project was, what are
we making, "this place needs more decorations for our parties." It's
proves tough to curb this enthusiam and in the moment I don't want to.
But then the big day arrives, you're woken up by squeals of joyous
"IT'S HALLOWEEN MORNING!" And then nothing magical happens. It's just
another day with mom. There is lots of house cleaning to be done for the
big party so not a lot of time for any major fun events, they had all
been done multiple times. Daddy is at work, no vampires or witches
magically show up at your door to celebrate with you. And the biggest
let down of all is that there are still things like picking up your
toys, eating lunch, and worst of all napping that has to be done. It's
rough, it's disappointing, and he's so excited he can't sleep. I tried
to just let him rest on the couch after his failed napping attempt
yesterday. But everyone knows how this story goes. When Zane doesn't
nap, he is a basket case. Everything becomes a huge ordeal. His hearing
seems to be affected, like in his exhaustion my voice turns into the mom
from Peanuts. Huge fits are thrown over nothing and my patience, and my
excitement for the holiday began to dwindle. I powered forward and
begrudgingly dawned my tutu and witches hat by 5:30, when you big
Halloween celebration was to begin.
We had planned games of all sorts, none of which we got to do because the
kids really just want to run around crazy and we let me. We rushed them
into their costumes as trick or treaters began to show up at our door.
All the kids are pros at group picture taking by this point so after a
few minutes of taking photos we were off to trick or treat, finally.
There weren't many lights on in our new neighborhood. I would say that I
thought they were all at trunk or treats or other kinds of parties, but
having encountered three different people who told me it was satan's
holiday I'm starting to think they might just not support it. Oops, my
house is covered in spiderwebs, spiders, pumpkins, and ghosts. Hopefully
my new neighbors don't think I worship satan, I really don't. The
weather had turned quite cold over the past two days which made for a
chilly walk around, but it felt a lot like the Halloweens I remember.
This one of the two of them is sure to make the senior video for both of them.
All the kids did great. I had been concerned about little Rowan
being able to walk all of it, but he did amazingly well, only needing
daddy to cary him on the way home. His little pumpkin barely cleared the
ground and occasionally he would stop and let out a heavy sign, but
then he powered forward. We had practiced saying trick or treat and he
did great with that and his wonderfully cute "da-do" for thank you to
everyone. Everett and Rowan did manage to get to a door by themselves at
one point, neither of them really knew when to leave, Uncle Brent went
to rescue them, pretty cute stuff. If anyone was wondering why we went
with the clown costume for Rowan, over his others, the reason was that after the
multiple wrestling, tackling, episodes with his worn out brother during
the day his little face/nose was quite red, perfect for a little clown.
He even left the hat on once we realized we could put the elastic strap
behind his head, perfect!!

"Mamma, why do you keep taking pictures of me, I'm trying to concentrate on hauling my pumpkin of candy around." Geez!!
These two are old pros at trick or treating now. Zane might have been a little heavy handed with the doorbell ringing. We tried to encourage patience, but we all know that isn't Zane's strong point.
Zane had a blast, even if he fell down and spilled his candy more than once. He struggles controlling his body and the monkey suit wasn't helping him any.
These two little boys were just too much adorableness for me. Everett would occasionally sprint to the front, followed closely by Rowan!!
We ended our trec with me google mapping our way back home, there
are way too many cultisacs in our new neighborhood. On the winding room home we did a little bit of Halloween caroling, singing all the Halloween songs we had been practicing over the past month. Then we trick or
treated with Grandma, who was trying desperately to start the "tell a
joke" tradition from St. Louis, with all the trick or treaters at our house. I don't know if she was successful in
her attempt, but I do miss that tradition quite a lot. The other St.
Louis tradition I miss are all the fire pits in the drive ways in the
neighborhood. Zach went and got a firepit just in time and we enjoyed a
small fire for a few minutes before coming inside to warm up and saying
good bye to the Richards clan.
Abbey was a butterfly!
Rowan was struggling a little bit by this point!
Party punch by the campfire.
Then in act of true love for his Godmother/Aunt, Brendan gave me his peanut butter snickers!!! Love this kid, and so glad I took this picture since he managed to escape all my other action shots. He was just too fast I guess!!!