A bust

Halloween was, that is. Both boys were sick the day of; G with hand, mouth and foot disease (which sounds way worse than I would have imagined, though the Dr. said we were lucky considering G's mouth, hands and feet were all blistered when it's not usually all three at a time) and T just feeling yucky all day, culminating with a major barf attack in his bed that night. But, we have sweet neighbors who brought candy to him so he didn't miss out. I felt it was my duty to eat most of it, however, considering he was having stomach issues and all. Don't worry, I left him a couple rolls of Smarties.

T did have fun with holiday prep a few days before, which included pumpkin painting and a witch make-up trial. The pumpkin painting came about when a playdate mom asked me what I used to teach and upon hearing art she exclaimed "how fun! you must do all kinds of fun art projects with your kids all the time!" I said "er, oh, uh, yeah, not really, I mean, sometimes" and promptly ran home to pull out whatever art supplies I could find to do something with T right that minute. Shamed, I now have a few other things in mind for the holidays (gingerbread houses = candy!).

Here's T, chillaxin' in his socks and flip-flops, rehydrating after an intense pumpkin painting session.

T enjoyed being a witch for his school holiday parade. I wanted to do more with make-up but he really only wanted the green face and I had to sneak the eyebrows on. He wore black play clothes and an old black pashmina for a cape. The piece de resistance, if I do say so, was the broom I fashioned out of a tree limb from the mulberry bush in the front yard. After sanding it and taping the edges (no sharp ends!), spray painting it and cutting up a yellow trash bag for the fringe, I showed in to T proudly. He flew into a rage, saying I ruined his "hanging stick" (wtf is a hanging stick?) and refused to use it until I threatened to give it to G to be a Sweeping Dragon instead.