Worst Part of the Day - The mood in the house was light and airy (just like the balmy ass weather). Wes feel asleep around 4:30 p.m. At 5:15 p.m. I woke him up and it (seriously) took him 45 minutes to recover. There was weeping, throwing hands up in the air, throwing his self to the floor, making me carry him, more weeping .... now about this time Erik is heating up. We are about 1 second away from total familial meltdown when I send Erik upstairs and promise Wes a sucker if he eats his dinner. A shaky quiet descends on the household. Then there was some drama getting Wes IN his costume ... but finally at 6:30 p.m. we walk out the door. At least Quinn and I still had the light and airy mood goin' on.
Best Part of the Day - Is there anything better than the preschool set trick or treating? Once we got out the door, it was lovely fun and one of the few experiences that has not changed a bit since my own childhood. Quinn had this Mr. Incredible outfit on (from the Incredibles movie) but he kept calling it Exclamation Point man ... he really does love punctuation marks. Maybe he's saving the world from this !!!!! Not a bad calling as far as Super Heroes go. Wes is the Paris Hilton of babies (loves to be naked, doesn't always match and changed his costume twice. It might have been three times, but it started raining). The day was warm, warm, warm. Actual hay rides on flat bed trucks came into our neighborhood to drop off kiddos to Trick or Treat. Our next door neighbors set up a HUGE haunted maze - I was dying laughing watching out the window as kids would run SCREAMING up the lawn to the street. I think if someone was chasing me with a chainsaw (chain off, of course), I might run too. Then Quinn and Wes loved giving out candy to the 'peoples'.
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