Maybe next year...

Well, Dean and I need to begin saving some serious money...

To pay for Tommy's therapy in the future. He had so much fun all day yesterday in his costume, going to the first grade Halloween party, making spider hats, the whole nine yards. We even went to Publix for their trick-or-treat special event (I think we were the only ones there trick-or-treating so it was a little weird). Then when the friends began to arrive, he was so excited! He played with his friends Dominic and Zeke, and he would have played with Caleb too, but Caleb got there around the time when... it happened.

He saw someone in a scary costume. Let me rephrase. It was a ghost, not a particularly scary ghost, but a ghost nonetheless. Let me add though, that on Thursday we saw two two-year-olds dressed as Tigger and Poo and Tommy just buried his head in my shoulder screaming "All done Poo! All done Poo!". So this guy could have been dressed as happiness and joy (whatever that costume would look like) and he still would have freaked.

Maybe Valentine's Day is more up his alley. I don't think he's ready for Christmas or Easter or anything like that. But we'll try again next year.

Happy Halloween

Well it finally came. I haven't looked forward to Halloween this much since I was 6. But now I'm totally into it again. Not any of the scary stuff (we have a rule in our house that all our decorations are "happy"), but the funness in general.

We're getting ready to head to the Spider Party that's put on by my mother-in-law, first grade teacher at Killearn Lakes Elementary. And it's just continued craziness until our group of about 20 goes trick-or-treating tonight. The first thing Tommy said when he woke up this morning, after "Tommy awake now!" was "Tommy eat candy?" He's never really eaten it before and we decided we'd let him have some this year. In moderation, of course (I know, try telling that to Uncle Todd, Uncle Bennett, and Uncle Jason).

Confession: Much to my surprise, I find myself wanting a collection of holiday shirts, sweaters, earrings, and necklaces. I was always one that made fun of women who were into the gaudiness (secretly, of course), but now I think I'm joining their ranks (I'm thinking this has to do with having a two-year-old, because all my friends my age without kids haven't talked about these desires. It must be all the brain cells lost during pregnancy that are never recovered after childbirth). Today I would like nothing more than to wear a long sleeved black t-shirt with puff paint pumpkins and ghosts, all happy of course, with dangly pumpkin earrings. There, I said it! Next year, I'm totally making all my apparel. Happy Halloween!