Halloween Happened.

Now that it’s almost Christmas it’s a fine time to blog about Halloween, eh?  Eh. 

I didn’t blog about Halloween last year and I just don’t think I should keep skipping it.

The boys were Jake from Jake and the Neverland Pirates.  And Rosalyn was Izzy:

The kids wore these same costumes last year.  And this year, when I asked what they wanted to be they looked at me like I was asking needless questions and matter-of-factly told me “Mom, we’re Jake and Izzy for Halloween.”

“I know, that’s what you were for Halloween last year, but each year you can be something different.” 

Again, the stupefied looks.  Then the statement: “No, we’re Jake for Halloween.”

Well, I didn’t fight too hard.  The costumes still fit, and that meant I didn’t have to sew anything.  Besides, I hadn’t even blogged about it.

No one wanted to be Cubby.  At first I couldn’t figure out why, and then I watched the show for a moment and saw what they saw: Cubby is afraid of a lot of things.  Nobody has time for that.

Our neighborhood has a Halloween parade.

Our neighbor friend’s costume was pretty smash-bang.  I was really proud of his mom and her homemade handmade skill set.  He’s a specific kind of beetle that I can’t remember right now, and she should design costumes for major productions.

But speaking about costume design, I’d like to publicly brag about my innovativeness (read desperation to not sew things-ness) and talk about those boots.  I took brown adult socks and pulled them over their rain boots and then used yellow electrical tape for the little buckle.  So smart.  So so so smart.  I told myself how smart I was about those boots quite a few times that night.

After the parade the the kids trick or treated together.  The throng of young people parading back and forth excitedly on the warm night felt very cinematic to me, and I really enjoyed myself.  I think they did too.

Oh, and my boys wouldn’t let me dye their hair black like Jake’s. 

We ended up back home where dad was handing out candy, but he was making trick-or-treaters ‘earn it’ by drawing a small slip of paper with instructions on it, like “meow like a cat” and “tell someone you love them” and “talk with a British accent”.  Then and only then, would he distribute candy.  That’s what happens when you leave Nick alone with his thoughts on Halloween.It’s one of the reasons I really like him.

The kids sat on the porch and ate their candy – it was a really nice night.

Making her face into a Hershey kiss.

But, all that candy wasn’t enough, of course there was the church party – which was a trunk or treat.  It went like this:That’s me there, as tic-tock croc – the one that chases Captain James Hook around.  Here’s a picture from last year with those costumes: 

I made that Hook hat out of this:

Not too shabby, eh?

And the crocodile out of this.  Thank you, good old Purdue A&D 106.

Oh, and while I am looking at pictures from last year’s Halloween, I love this one:Another reason I really like Nick.

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And this is a really long Halloween post, but this is more for me than you, so here are our Halloween cookersmoodles (the boys really laugh when I call cookies that).

Brookston was an impressive frosting piper.

Oh man, I just love the concentration on his face:

Below is my attempt at a witch, created with an upside down ghost shape, if you couldn’t tell.  Oh, and we made the ghost shape by squishing a metal star cookie cutter around a bit.  The kids started it when they tried to mangle that star beyond recognition.  My mom and I just finessed it.  Salvaged it, really.

Roz did less decorating and more consuming.

We got to make these cookies with Grandma in town.

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Oh yes, and we did carve a small pumpkin:

You see the kids sketches there above – chickens.  And then it turned out like this:

Not chickens.  But that’s okay, this pumpkin liquefied into a puddle of mold the next day or two.

And that’s Halloween for you.

Second time at the Fair

The second time round at the fair, as an Empey parent, you have learned and remembered a few things from last year’s failures and successes.  This year, you skip the allure of the free entry with canned food donation day, and instead scour the internet for the lowest rates of attendance at the fair.  So instead of canned food day, you go on senior citizen’s day.  Half as many people, and it feels like heaven.

And if you’re Nick on your way to the fair, you’re just so, so savvy about saving little kids legs for later and therefore you drop your family off at the gate closest to the pig racing (which was last year’s favorite) and park the car all by your lonesome.  And on your walk back, you stop by the Old Grist Mill and buy a nice big cup of hush puppies, because you know that’s what your wife has been looking forward to buying since last year.

And if you’re Nicole, you’re just so so proud of yourself, and your husband, as you walk a short distance to the pig racing, instead of 2 miles to the pig racing like last year, and you sit and eat snacks you packed while you wait for the show.  And no one has complained about walking yet, and that is just so smart of you.  Good seats, and food that costs an eighth of what you would have paid at the fair for.
And if you haven’t seen pig racing you still won’t have after you watch this video:

So clearly, if you’re an Empey child, pig (and duck and goat) racing should be immediately followed by carnival rides. And like last year, you know exactly which ride you will ride.  The bumpy slide:

And this year instead of disappointment and sorrow and the longest walk you can fathom you walk straight to it, hand the man your tickets all by yourself like an old pro, and climb up the stairs.
Now, If you’re Everett at the fair for the second time, on the way from your bumpy slide selection to the dog show, you ask politely for the camera and then take pictures along the way.   They look like this:Got the fingers out of the way now:
And then if you’re mom, you steal the camera back and take a picture of everyone approaching that ostrich head, because that thing is photo worthy. 
The dog show proves to be absolutely worth everyone’s time.


And you all get to see a world champion high jumping poodle named Joker. 
Then if you’re Brookston and Everett you want another carnival ride, and again, you know exactly which ride you want to go on.  However, you don’t really know what to call this thing, and you try really hard to explain it, but your parents are not really catching on, so you grab their hands and drag them there.  You don’t know what ‘there’ is, but luckily your parents finally ask ‘ did you go on it last year?” And yes, you had, and you’ve finally found it:

If you’re Rosalyn, you know that you’re essentially paying four bucks to run though a playground one time, and you wait with the ‘rents while your brothers waste their money (in your opinion)  so you can go on the carousel. 
but your brothers clearly don’t think it was a waste:

By now it’s time for the BMX/Motocross show, so everyone piles into the grandstand and eats icecream while you watch daredevils. 

And then if you’re Mom at the fair you’re finally over the icecream ‘incident’ that occurred while watching grown men flip through the air, and you’re accompanying your daughter on her coveted carousel ride and thinking ‘don’t throw up, don’t throw up.’

By now, if you’re Roz and you just rode on your slowly spinning carousel, you’re getting to be a bit delirious.  It is nearly bedtime.
The delirium continues as you consume a 50 cent pickle the size of your foot…
…and then lay on the ground and watch your brother and parents shared the Maple flavored cotton candy that you said you didn’t like.  More specifically you said, after sampling it, “I don’t like that fluffy stuff,”  with a rather disgusted and disapproving look on your face.  That is only if you are Roz at the Fair.  If you’re mom at the fair, you think to yourself ‘wahoo, more for me,” and try to eat the whole bag yourself.  The nausea of the carousel didn’t last.
Leadership, citizenship, and life skills.  Yes. Yes, indeed.
But if you’re Brookston and dad offers you a bite of his spicy dill pickle, you remember from last year, that you don’t want a bite, and respond like this to his advertisements:
The pickles and the sugar are in the building farthest from your exit, so you get to see and say goodbye to everything as you walk past. 
Including the horticultural displays all lit up with twinkle lights.
And you say goodbye to lit up waterfalls. 
And goodbye to all the mums.  There were a lot of them.  Oh, and notice how this year Mom remembered everyone’s jackets. 
And goodbye to mom dragonflies and half bee face Rosalyns. 

And goodbye to the fair.