Halloween Pictorial

Just a photo dump of all the glorious adorableness that was Halloween 2012.  Photos stolen from the fantastic blogs of  the fabulous Bronwyn and Celia.  Yes, Bronwyn’s party was Edgar Allen Poe themed and YES I pretended it was just for me. Also she is a contributor for Lucky Magazine now, so GO BRONWYN!
Do not anticipate a wildly amusing post here.  Just documenting my lovelies.

Mimi and Cubby.  Love that Mimi committed to her skunk poopin’ stink pose.  It began to offend her that every time she walked up people said “You stink!” so she wisely doused herself in my perfume before we went anywhere.

Her face!

I went as a Voodoo doll.  I usually go as something more fun and silly, but this is fitting with my feelings these days.  Human pin cushion.  Morbid!

Silas, Mimi, Jude.  Thank goodness I got at least one really cute shot of Cubby.

Mimsis in her first Halloween Costume Parade with her buddy/escort.  She was so thrilled to be in the show. 
Is it obvious that I’m kind of obsessed with Mimi right now?  She was the life of the party during Halloween.  Mimi put together her own costume, was ready for any event in a second and was fun and happy the whole week.  School is really agreeing with my little Bubba.  She feels empowered and busy and happy nearly all the time.

Ellie the Flamingo, my mother the Gecko, and me – Voodoo Doll.  Did you know Ellie’s and my kids go to the same Elementary School?  And the same preschool?  I LOVE IT.

Rocking the donut on a string with her Kindergarten class.  All the other little girls were Princesses.  My little sweetheart was an adorable skunk and she felt awesome about it.  I love that my girl would rather be funny than pretty.  It makes me feel like I’ve done something right.


Testing out my wigs. 

Finally, at the very last second before the main event Mimi lost her Skunk costume.  It was nowhere to be found.  She instantly threw together this princess number and rolled with it.  Batman Silas was the happiest trick-or-treater running around the neighborhood.  I love that first year that they understand the knock-on-doors-get-candy arrangement. 
 
Some of the take.  We had to return to empty our too-full buckets once.  The rule in my house about candy is THERE AINT NO RULES!  Live it up kiddos. 
Note.  Where was Houdini?  Houdini had been coming around more and seeing the children more, though never by himself.  He was sober for about a month after his surgery.  But then all of the sudden he vanished, again (hence the nickname Houdini.)  He first said he was off buying a car somewhere, then it was he was seeking medical attention for an ear problem, then it was just defensiveness and blame.  He was unreachable.  A few days before Halloween Jude Jude was having breathing problems that required an ER visit.  He has seasonal asthma and it gets aggravated by colds.  It can be very scary.  I tried to get in touch with Houdini to come to the hospital for Jude (which, by the way, is paid for by Some Guy’s health insurance for which we are very grateful because their father doesn’t care to keep them insured), but Houdini was unreachable.  I finally figured out where he was from a third party.  Thailand on vacation.  Or maybe one of his grandparents “died” again.  He missed all of these events by his own free will and choice.  Sadly, the children are accustomed to his prolonged absences.  Sometimes I feel like covering for Houdini, other times I just don’t feel like enabling his deceit and denial.  His poor girlfriends.  If only they knew.  Sometimes they find out and nothing adds up and they get hurt.  I feel sorry for them.  And that is that.  How do we feel about him?  Eternally brokenhearted and disappointed, but also a lot of other things. I hate Satan, the end.
    
Si on the way home from church.  Get your chocolate eating together, boy.

Cousin and neighbors at the trunk or treat.  One of the few Jude pics I have because he was too busy having fun.

Little Silas going to preschool.  He is working his way into a regular schedule over there.  He feels ready to go all the time, I do not feel ready for that.  His speech is coming along mas rapido and I think he’s easy to understand 75% of the time.  He is currently 2 years 10 months, but tall.
 
Annnnnnd my favorite picture from Halloween.  This is my dad.  What, your attorney father doesn’t wear frog-king costumes?