We had a crazy whirlwind of a Halloween here at Clegg house. Life has been unusually hectic and chaotic lately, so throwing a holiday into the mix was a bit overwhelming. That said, I think we all still enjoyed it.
We carved a couple pumpkins a few days before Halloween. I had big plans to take the girls to a pumpkin patch again this year, but between rainy weather, preschool, work, doctor appointments and the usual colds, it just didn’t happen. Zach grabbed a couple good-sized pumpkins from Safeway and we called it good. The girls sure didn’t seem to mind much.
Much like last year, Zoey was incredibly excited to carve pumpkins but, when it came down to it, absolutely refused to touch anything on the inside of the pumpkin. As she’s a bit too young still to wield sharp knives, that left her and Eleanor in the joint roles of supervisor. They told us what shape of eyes, nose and mouth to add, where to add them, and whether they wanted a scary or silly pumpkin.
We did find a trick (treat?) hiding on our pumpkin, however. When we retrieved them off the front porch to carve, there were about a dozen itty bitty newborn snails sliding around all over our pumpkins. The girls helped relocate the snails and I washed the slime off our gourds. One baby snail, however, must have camouflaged himself because we found him later when we went to carve the pumpkin.
This really makes me wonder how snails are born. Do they hatch from eggs? With their shell already there?
On Halloween, Zoey and Eleanor were SO excited about going trick-or-treating. Zoey had picked out a Spiderman costume over a month before Halloween. When it came time to put it on, she was hesitant. She explained to me, the best that she could, that she didn’t like the way the mask felt around her eyes. Zach and I both tried to help her re-position it to be more comfortable, but she would flinch away, already overly sensitive. I finally took her over to a mirror and showed her how much room there was around her eyes from the mask. I helped her to adjust the mask herself and she finally declared, “It feels good now! Let’s go trick-or-treating!” I was so proud of both of us in that moment. Me, for having an insight into what might help, and her for not just giving up and melting down, refusing to wear the mask. She really tried so hard to find a way to make it work, and was rewarded for not giving up.
Eleanor got to wear a hand-me-down monkey costume and was thrilled with it. We went with some friends who have children of the same ages. A trip around the block was sufficient, and the kiddos were more than happy with their candy haul. When we got home, the kids ate themselves into a sugar-stupor and we promptly put them to bed. Then we sat down to devour a good portion of the leftover candy we had bought for trick-or-treaters that never came. A happy ending for all.