Ripley's Believe It

This recovery may just belong on an episode of Ripley's Believe It Or Not. I'm just getting unexhausted (I know it's not a real word but I'm using it anyway) from Halloween, several weekends of birthday parties, laundry piled twice as high as the laundry basket, house cleaning that never seems to end, grocery shopping, playing with the kids and all the other stuff we do in this crazy thing we call life.

Although I was not looking forward to the trick or treating, Halloween was really a great time for all of us. Unlike my normal self, I planned ahead this year for costumes. I can't be one of the moms who buys the costume-I like to put them together-Not make them-Just put them together. My friend, let's just call her "Jane" (because she's worried that someone will hunt her down if I put her real name on my blog-hehe) shopped until we just about dropped and found wonderful pieces for the kids' costumes at our favorite shopping franchise-Goodwill. Amazing, Halloween was still more than a day away and I had just about everything for the kids' costumes!

Anna, my animal girl, was Bindi the Jungle Girl. That fits her so perfectly and although she's much cuter than Bindi, Anna did look like a jungle girl. Not that Bindi is not cute, but she's not my Anna. After a complete meltdown on the morning of Halloween while I was gathering the last minute props for that night (me melting down, not the kids) due to not being able to find our stuffed snake, my mom acquired a plastic one from a friend that ended up working out perfectly.

Ella, who is always a princess, was talked in to being a "punk-rock princess" this year. I think what finally got her to agree to it was me calling her Sleeping Beauty costume, her Stinky Booty costume. That is such a Jon thing to do, but I just couldn't help myself. Mom had arranged for a friend from church to come fix Ella's hair. I was so excited to see her punk rock hairdo, but I was met with a sobbing little princess who had just had her punk rock hairdo washed and brushed out by her hero, Nana. After our friend fixed her hair, Ella took one look at it and burst in to hysterics. All my mom could do was wash it out. Once I got there, I did the best I could to make her punk rock hairdo a little less punkish and a little more princessish. Of course, she was adorable.

Brennan, who wanted to be a train again, was persuaded to be a cowboy. Again, by me. He was by far the cutest cowboy I've seen...ever. I'm just glad no one saw what was inside his boots. My mom and I struggled, and a sight it was, to get his boots on to no avail. The wiser of us decided to try some knee highs. They worked like a charm! His boots slipped right on. It didn't matter too much though. About five minutes after we arrived to our Halloween destination, the boots came off (and the hose) and his crocs went on. Then it was about 20 minutes after that when his hat came off. I'm not sure how long it was, but not long after that his vest came off. By the time we were in the midst of trick or treating, he was no longer a cowboy, but just a regular little boy-cute as can be-but still just a boy.

Once the kids were all dressed, we loaded the van and headed out to Sugar Mill. This is a subdivision on the outskirts of town. Anna's second grade teacher, Mrs. Cherry Lange, invited us out there. They have a big Halloween get together with hot dogs, candied apples, and a hayride. Around seven the hayride began. The kids, and the parents, all pile onto the tractor trailers and off we went trick or treating. You could tell the older ones had done this a time or two. Before the tractors even stopped, all the experienced kiddos starting jumping off and racing to the houses for some candy. It didn't take the little ones long to learn the routine. Their neighborhood didn't seem that big going in, but when we were still trick or treating at 10, I realized it was quite large. Even Anna (my energizer bunny) was exhausted and stopped running up the the doors. Brennan was on the floor of the trailer going through as much candy as he could. Ella was only going about every two stops. One of the last stops was a haunted house. Ella did NOT want to go, but Anna and Brennan insisted, so I went with them. We got up to the house and you could hear screams and see smoke filling the air. Anna turned to me and said, "Mom, I think I want to sleep tonight. I better not go in." Then Brennan turned around and said that he didn't want to go in anymore either. I was so grateful, because I wanted to sleep that night too. On the walk back to the trailer, Bren said, "Mom, I didn't want to go in there...it was freaking out me...it was like... my head off." The boy cracks me up. Finally, we were finished, thanked Mrs. Lange for a great time and headed home.

Unlike most kids who went to bed with no bath, mine each got baths and their hair blow dried before hopping in the bed and getting some shut eye. This is not because I'm so particular about them being clean, but it was more about the fact that my kids all have terrible allergies and we had just been outdoors for quite a few hours, not to mention the fact that we'd been sitting on hay bales too. Needless to say, there were no arguments on getting to sleep.

My mom tells me, "You're making memories." I hope that's what we're doing, because some days the memory making seems like a whole lot of work.