First, Happy Halloween and Hello Thanksgiving!
I love holiday time. Mostly, anyway. I love the celebration, the family time, the fun activities.Oh, and here is Ammon shortly before going out to trick or treat. hehe.
This year we decided to do a Star Wars theme. In case you can't tell: Logan is Luke Skywalker, Madi is Princess Leia, Grant is Clone Trooper Rex, and Ammon was Yoda. My mom helped me to make the Skywalker cape and Leia gown out of old sheets she had at home. I bought Logan's shirt and pants at a Salvation Army in Jamestown, NY. We were going to make a cape and headband Yoda ears for Ammon, but found them on-line for $5, so I just ordered Grant's costume at the same time. We had fun!
Now for the forgetting part. I can remember being at different stages in my life and thinking to myself, very specifically: I'm not going to forget! I swore I would not be a no-fun adult.
And yet, I am finding, that is exactly what I am becoming.
I am feeling a lot this way lately, whether it is in working with the boy-crazy Young Women in our ward or with my kids who love to have fun (fun=mess).
I wanted to have a special Halloween menu yesterday. For breakfast we had pumpkin pancakes with chocolate chip jack-o-lantern faces and apple-cider syrup. That was yummy and fun. For dinner I thought I would make a delicious pumpkin soup (it ended up being butternut squash because the pie pumpkins were sold out), steak, and home made rolls. Well, the rolls were a hit. I loved the soup (so smooth, rich, creamy), but the kids. . . well, they kept reminding each other to eat so we could go trick-or-treating. I'm kicking myself for putting so much effort (mess) into making something that wasn't even a success. Next year I WILL remember to make something more kiddish for dinner.
The biggest forgetful moment was the moment we got home and the kids dumped out all their candy all over the living room floor. I started panicking. . . "Why'd you do that? Hurry, put it back in your bag! Ammon is going to get it!" I viewed dumped candy like dumped legos. Then I started seeing pictures on facebook of kids with their loot, and I remembered those days (which means I forgot if I had to remember) when we dumped out the candy so we could revel in the enormity of junk food and put it in groups of "good" and "gross," chocolate and non-chocolate, chewy and cruchy. Joe says it is a silly thing to feel so badly about, but I really feel awful. This morning I let them dump it out on the kitchen floor and when they get home from school I will probably encourage them to do it again.
So next year: fun food, fun mom. Hopefully I won't forget.