Remember a few weeks ago when I wrote that post about how motherhood had given me peace?Â About how since becoming a mother, my life had become simpler?Â Purer?Â About how I finally came to understand God’s love and sacrifice?
Well, that was all before Halloween.
On Saturday night, Chris and I had friends and their kids over for dinner and to go trick-or-treating.Â I was so excited.Â It was our first time hanging out with other parents as parents doing something for our kids with other kids.Â I was beaming.Â I laid out Bean’s costume, I baked a casserole, I Febreezed the dogs.Â I was ready.
But nothing could have prepared me for the chaos that comes with four small children, a couple costumes, and pumpkins filled with candy.Â There is just no preparing for that.Â There is also no recovering from that either.Â In fact, as I write this it is Sunday afternoon and I am still hiding in my closet, rocking back and forth, whispering, “The children!Â Stop the children!”
I don’t have many pictures of the actual dinnertime because I was busy catching flying tater tots and spears of broccoli.
That’s right.Â I served broccoli.Â To children.Â On Halloween.Â And as little green rockets went flying by my head, I realized that maybe that wasn’t such a great idea.
I also don’t have any pictures of the actual act of trick-or-treating.Â But that’s because Bean couldn’t walk, so I was carrying him while we waited for the other kids to go door-to-door.Â And because I was still on the look out for flying spears of broccoli, so I was sort of distracted.
But we did have a little photo session outside my house before The Great Candy Adventure of 2009 commenced…
It looks like Bean is sitting up on his own – and he is! – but only because the tail on his costume helped him balance.Â I don’t think that technically counts as sitting up for the first time…
Twirling.Â Its a princess thing.Â You wouldn’t understand.
You know, before we had Beanie Halloween was always a crazy holiday.Â Full of grown women dressed like tramps and grown men dressed as nuns.Â The candy may not have been flowing, but the beer certainly was.Â And tricks and treats certainly had different meanings.Â I thought nothing could be as crazy as a college bar on Halloween night.
I was wrong.Â Suburban Halloween is crazier than drunken college Halloween any day of the year.