Well, Halloween this year was an epic fail on my part.Â But Bean?Â He NAILED Halloween this year…
He even roared.
My favorite part of this particular picture? The toes sticking out at the bottom. Classic.
Bean trick-or-treated like he’d been doing it for years. Like a pro. He’d saunter up to a house, smile sweetly, hold out his pumpkin bucket, and wait patiently while people fawned all over him and loaded his bucket with loot. Then he’d say, “Tank tou. Bye bye!”
I mean, he rocked.
You know who didn’t rock? Me.
In my defense, we were supposed to be out of town still on our camping adventure but we ended up coming home early because apparently it is difficult for pregnant women to sleep comfortably on a blow up mattress in a tent. Who knew?
So, we got back into town early and I had NOTHING ready for Halloween. Thankfully, I’d gotten Bean a costume for a Halloween party at his school so that was covered. But I had no candy, no decorations, no pumpkins. Nothing. Which meant that on Sunday morning I was frantically running up and down the aisles at Walmart grabbing anything orange. I ended up with tangerines, but then realized that I would become “that neighbor” who gives out fruit. I then also wondered if it was still legal to give out fruit to strange children. Wasn’t there some rule or law about individually wrapped things? No?
Anyway, I was in a pickle. Luckily, they still had a couple bags of candy (naturally, only the most expensive candy was left…). And I remembered seeing a pile of rejected pumpkins by a dumpster at a local church in my neighborhood. They had been selling them for weeks as a fundraiser and what didn’t sell they piled up in the trash in their parking lot. So, I made Chris take me over there and I picked through the reject pumpkins with other misfit parents.
This was all I came up with…
Aren’t they weird looking? What’s with those colors? I just crossed my fingers that in the dark they’d look…mysterious…or something. But really, I think they just looked like messed up pumpkins sitting on my porch.
To compensate for the pathetic pumpkins, I decided to collect anything Halloween-ish in my house and put it all on a table on the front porch. I thought maybe it’d look cute. But it just looked kind of weak.
Especially when you consider that some of my neighbors practically had haunted houses in their front yards. Eh, well. Minus ten parenting points for me for Failure to Execute on a Holiday. I’ll take my penalty and call it a day. I’m learning that in parenting, you win some and you lose some. As much as I’d love to be that mother who has it all under control, that will never be me. So, I’ll just take my little lion and head back to our imperfect, happy little house together. Life’s more fun when you’re dumpster diving for pumpkins anyways.
(Isn’t that cross-stitched on a pillow somewhere? No? Well, it should be.)