Metal Meredith

Vivienne chose her costume, a “Bratz Kitty”, which I cringed at the very idea of. As I stood in front of the wall of costumes at Party City, I uttered the words “Pick which ever one you want”. That was a huge mistake. At least she looked cute and she loved the idea of being something with a tail. In the end, it was fine.

Henry didn’t get to choose, so I did it for him. But I was nice and went for something easy and comfortable, if not easy and inexpensive. I am just not that mom who will design and sew a cute outfit for my child to wear for 2 hours and then toss. Nope. Old navy is my bestest costume supplying friend.

My sister, mom and grandmother came over to celebrate with us. Michelle was our sidekick in trick or treating. She obviously never hated it as much as I did, because she went up to the houses with Henry and I stayed in the street with the wagon. Vivienne didn’t need anyone to go with her. I think she would have circled the block by herself. I am thrilled and amazed every year that she has no reservations about doing so. Because I can remember deciding not to go if I couldn’t blend with a big group. Oh, how I hated saying “trick or treat” and have someone remark at how I looked cute/ interesting/ funny. (Still hate it).

When all was said and done, the kids were in bed by 8:30pm. There is a giant pile of candy on the kitchen counter and Phil and I are celebrating the end of another holiday.