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Haul
I’ve never seen a happier Wednesday Addams in my life.
In the background, please note the spectacular costume Mykala made for Waffles. She is a taco.
You are viewing stuff tagged with halloween.
I’ve never seen a happier Wednesday Addams in my life.
In the background, please note the spectacular costume Mykala made for Waffles. She is a taco.
Ess was so excited for Halloween, she recorded two original songs and threw a spooky party for us on like October 1st. So you can imagine how happy she was when we made it to the actual day. She picked our costumes, Mykala found all the pieces for them. We got to return to trick-or-treating after taking 2020 off, and it was such fun. It is true you can’t go back, but it is peaceful and joyful and fulfilling to see it again through your child’s eyes.
We’ve gone from pumpkin to Elsa to octopus to bat back to pumpkin. Pumpkin for a while. Now, we’re at penguin: Essie wants to be a penguin for Halloween. Since she has, essentially, no concept of time, we are struggling to articulate the importance of sticking with the costume once it has been ordered. When time has no meaning, Halloween is in the nebulous future, and there will always be time to order a different costume.
One of my favorite pictures, ever.
This is Mykala’s traditional Halloween dish. “I will make it every Halloween, forever.” says Mykala. Yep.
Mykala MADE these masks. MADE them. Ok, Esmé’s was store-bought, but the other three, she made. This seems to be a theme with my posts — check out what Mykala made (as Ess would say, with her one-two mama meow paws).
Ess: Katerina Kitty Cat
Mykala: Mama Meow
Dada: Dada Owl
Marge: Supporting Cat (Unnamed)
Mykala made these edible wonders for Halloween and they tasted delicious. The arms were grown in our garden! (Rosemary.)
“A little green food coloring will be fine; the monster looks amazing!” — I wasn’t trying to belittle Mykala’s awesome work, but now that I type it out, I bet it seemed that way.
Ever inventive and vigilant, Mykala responded: “I didn’t color it with food coloring, though.”
I’m annoyingly proud of this note.
We had three trick-or-treaters this year. Down from four last year. Next year, I suppose things’ll be different. We might live in a different house. I’ll be working instead of going to school. I’ll have patients of my own, instead of patients of the school’s.
I don’t know, exactly, how it will be different. But I know it will be different. Exciting and scary.
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