Thursday, October 7, 2010

Halloweens gone past, part 2

When my son was two, all he wanted, more than anything in the world, was to be Spiderman on Halloween.
He reasoned, as a two-year old's mind will reason, that he could stay up that late, and be okay because he wouldn't be himself. He'd be the invincible Spiderman.

As it turned out, that week my son had a bad flu, he had been spiking temps of about 103.-whatever since Monday the 29th, and was not in the best of health for tricky-treating. But, alas, daycare is such a wonderful place, that by the time pick-up time came around, he was up and about, full of Motrin, and running a wonderful little 'I'm goin tricky-treatin! yay for candy' rant, and since his dad had promised a week before to take him out, I couldn't really say no. Could I? So off home we went, and by the time we picked up hid dad from work, the little tyke was passed out. yup, snoring in the car seat, oblivious to the whole day. Should I have just moved him from car seat to bed and not even tried the rest of the night? said enuf is enuf, and be done with it? probably. 

So we got back to my home, and his dad gets sonny out of the car seat, and sonny wakes up and lo and behold, starts the rant again. Now this whole rant was really kinda cute to hear in a way, since he was losing his voice, and it was coming out a squeak, so it kinda sounded like he was daydreaming. huh. So we got him inside, and bring out the spider man costume, figure we can tour the apartment building, and go home. Here is the first trial. Even though sonny had worn the costume before, He didn't want to wear it with clothes on. So we took off the clothes. Then he didn't want to wear it at all. He couldn't understand as we tried to explain that you can only get candy if you dress up. 'I can't wear it', he wailed, and for a kid that's losing his voice, that's pretty impressive. So we asked why, and he replied' I can't tell you' and then proceeded to get really upset. So I asked hid dad to go put on his chef whites that he wore to work that day, and tell Logan that Daddy dressed up for candy, can you? NO. but if both daddy and mommy dress up for candy, then can you? NO! and more balling. 

So this went on for about, oh, 10-15 minutes, and then finally I told hid dad to calm kiddo down, don't ask him any more questions, and I started rooting thru the boxes in the storage closet for years past costumes. Couldn't find anything. Looked in my closet and his for anything that he could dress up as. Couldn't find anything. Then, on the brink of everyone bursting into tears, I found a pair of kiddy wranglers that good ol' uncle Hungarian and auntie had got him for the Christmas before, that were a couple sizes too big, and I couldn't say inspiration hit me,... it was more like desperation. So in the background with sonny wailing, and his dad only slightly freaking out, and me more so, I found a vest that I wore and a cowboy hat I had that badly needed reshaping, and asked sonny if he wants to be a cowboy. NO. the wails get worse and after yet another failed attempt at explaining that only dressed-up kids get candy, it's his dad's turn for a brilliant idea. 

How about we just get you re-dressed and then go out for candy? 


So we put him into the wranglers, and then a sweater, and then another sweater, and then his big boots, and a scarf, and got a pillow case. Sneaky. At that point we asked him if he wanted to wear the cowboy hat. Big mistake. The wailing started again, and at this point the mommy-meter for patience was worn out, and I wailed 'OK! NO HAT! LETS JUST GET A BASEBALL CAP AND PRETEND YOU'RE A FARMER!' 

But we brought the hat along just in case. 

So we decided to go outside, to the street just behind us that sonny and I used to meander through many times before, and when we got to the first house, I asked sonny if he wanted to wear the cowboy hat. 


AHHHH! I should have known. 

So we got to the first couple of houses okay, including the one guy who just moved in and was renovating, so he gave sonny a couple of granola bars and a box of kd, then shut his porch light off. So as Logan was finally getting into the spirit of things, we got to this house in a cul-de-sac thing, and Logan went up, yelled(as best he could, which wasn't much with no voice, so mom and dad had to help) tricky- treating! And this little old lady answered the door, and she fell all over him like he's the cutest thing she's ever seen and of course in doing so, boosts up said parents egos and confidence, and then she asked him The Question. 

'Are you a cowboy?'

At this sonny looked so offended, and responded angrily' NO! I'm a Sonny! '

And the lady let out a twitter, and said 'I'm sorry, we don't get many Sonny's dressed-up here."

And sonny said, 'I'm not dressed- up! Don't talk to me'

and turned around. 



So after mass apologies, and I think the lady wasn't too offended, she still gave him raisins, and we were on our way. So I think sonny cheered up a bit after that, and did his usual flirting, and got mass handouts, and I do mean mass handouts, we hit 20 houses or so, and sonny filled half a pillow case. There was even one house, where the parents were ready to take Their kids out, and so they gave sonny like six bags of chips. 
This was also the house sonny met Spider man. There was a five-six yr old dressed up as spider man, and he gave sonny one of the bags of chips, and you could just see His eyes go Wide! and soo surprised, and he said,'HI SPIDER MAN!' and went to give this kid a hug, and I'm glad this kid wasn't older and more wary, cuz he returned the hug, and sonny was just glowing. His dad and I didn't really have the heart to tell him that spider man is a little taller than 3 foot 3. And after we hit one side of the street, it was time to go home, as his dad and I were taking turns either holding the candy-filled pillowcase, or holding Logan, and to tell the truth, it was hard to tell which weighed more. 

So we got home, and logan got back down to his diaper, and mommy dumped out the pillow-case to search for 'tainted' goodies, and it wasn't bad, I only threw out a marshmallow thing and the box of raisins. I swear some people should definitly check expiration dates if they're going to give out healthy food. I don't condone it, in fact I recommend it, but really. Dont just give it away cuz it's been in your cupboard for the last five years, and you can't bring yourself to throw it out....

p.s. this story was brought over from my other blog, so if some of the bits are present tense, not past, and don't quite make sense, that's why. 

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