Happy Halloween, boys and ghouls! I just love that silly old joke. Halloween is really my favorite holiday, I have to say. There's just something about the combination of the leaves, the cool autumn air and kids dressing up in costume.
Our Halloween got off to an early start. Since I didn't have to work today, I was able to get up with Chickenhead and get him ready for school. He wore his costume to school for the costume parade this morning.
Just like every morning when he waits at the edge of our yard for the school bus to come, the neighbor's cat, O'Ryan, came over to say hello. O'Ryan waits every morning until the bus comes and Chickenhead gets off to school.
Good Morning, O'Ryan!
Chickenhead was very excited to be wearing his costume to school. The chestplate had a pump attached that pumped fake blood through it. The fake blood did not attend school, however.
I don't think the Grim Reaper is supposed to be frolicking...
Even O'Ryan thinks it's wrong, somehow.
Once Chickenhead got on the bus and off to school, I had to decorate cupcakes for the class party. I saw an idea on Martha Stewart's website to make Brain Cupcakes and thought I would try that. But brains are harder to make than what you might think, so I made some bloodshot eyeballs, and just a few brains.
Here's a brain. It looks nothing like Martha's.
That's OK, though, because the kids in Chickenhead's class loved them. We had great room parents to work with us, and the kids had a great time.
Once we were home from school, Chickenhead got ready to go to a friend's house for a Halloween birthday party. I didn't get to take any pictures there, but it was a great party. The boys, who were all from Chickenhead's Cub Scout den, were taken through the neighborhood to Trick or Treat by the birthday boy's dad. They really raked in the candy, and even stopped for hot dogs during their trick or treating. Yes, someone was grilling hot dogs and giving them to the trick or treaters, so they could take a well deserved break during their rounds.
Sadness struck, however, on the way home when Chickenhead realized that somewhere along the way, he had lost the mask to his costume. He was devastated. Chicken thought he had put it in his bag, but it must have fallen out. Exhausted and upset, he sobbed uncontrollably until we got to McDonald's. All hail the miraculous healing powers of the Golden Arches!
And so, that was our Halloween. We got home and sorted through the candy and potato chips and Oreo cookies, and called it a night. The costume and the long lost mask are already a distant memory. We're already discussing what next year's costume will be!