Halloween Week was crazy busy and in the best way. My house is completely trashed which is usually a good indication that fun was had -- and a lot of it. There were some blunders (like the time I wrote down the wrong date in my planner and we showed up to a non-existent Halloween event in costume) but for the most part, it was a lot of fun. Ethan didn't really remember much of Halloween last year and so this was the first year he really understood it all. It was all still new and fresh and fun and exciting to him. We went on at least one walk around our block -- minimum -- per day the past week just to admire the decorations that began popping up. He was really into his costume and playing the role of Elliott (he was saying "phone home" instead of "trick or treat") and it was just a lot of fun to watch and experience through his eyes.
I knew that the holidays would be hard this year, and that is proving to be true. It wasn't long ago that I had picked out what Wylie would be for her first Halloween (Sophia from The Golden Girls) and made plans about matching Christmas pajamas and having two kids pose with Santa this year. Of course, those things aren't going to happen and you do feel the void of it deep in your stomach. There's always that feeling of "something is just not right" that lingers wherever you go. I'm guilty of being extra sensitive to what people say in the first place but it's somehow been intensified with the holidays being here and the wound feeling pretty raw. Still, I was determined to put all of my focus into giving Ethan a magical Halloween and I hope that I did that, which I think I did because he had a pretty awesome time tonight (and all week!).
Pretty much every day this week we hit up some local Halloween festivals, did a lot of Halloween crafting and baking and I had to sadly acknowledge this would probably Ethan's last Halloween not knowing what candy is. (Neighbors: "Hi, Ethan! Want some candy?" Ethan: "No thanks, I have enough at home in my bucket.") This mostly means it'll be the last year I can hand out Ethan's trick or treat candy to other trick or treaters (or eat it myself because, hey, no shame in that game).
To my surprise (and shock and horror), I didn't even touch my actual camera this year and I'm scrambling to find enough Instagram or iPhone photos to add photographic proof of our Halloween adventures. It's been a little hard to feel like myself and I really sort of haven't, but we've still been having fun.
Tonight -- actual Halloween -- was a lot of fun, too. We split the trick-or-treating into shifts: my mom and I took Ethan around half the block while my husband and his dad handed out candy and then we swapped. I love our neighborhood so much and even moreso on Halloween. Ethan was in awe of all of the great decorations and seeing all of the kids in costume. He handed out candy towards the end of the night and we eventually ran out.
Of course, a very tired little boy finally went to bed hours past his bedtime absolutely devastated that Halloween is over, so I'll have to find something else to wean him onto something else to ease the disappointment. Or he'll just be known as "Elliott" and wear a red hoodie while carrying around ET for forevermore. Whichever.