We have survived another Halloween here at Casa O'Rourke, and I for one am happy that I have a whole year to recuperate before we must suffer through it again.
Unlike most of my friends, I do not actually enjoy Halloween, which is largely due to the fact that I don't like dressing up and also, my kid is scared of, well, everything. It is only recently that Isabelle has gotten over her fear of the Wiggles, okay? And while I find a group of Australian men in coordinating tshirts singing about Captain Feathersword and purple octopi kind of scary, I have been informed that this is not the norm for the 3-to-5 year old set.
So. Halloween is done, as is the Thing With the Deadline that Everyone Ignored. I really would tell you more about the Thing, but I would feel very badly if my kid were Dooced from her preschool. I'll give you this hint: I am never volunteering for anything ever again. EVER.
We have candy to the rafters, as we trick-or-treated Sunday afternoon, at the preschool Halloween party, and then again with the Winters this evening. As Ellie doesn't get peanuts until she's three, I will be relieving her of all mini Snickers, Butterfingers, and Reese's Cups, in the name of responsible parenting. Peanut allergies are serious business, people. I'm just looking out for my kid.
Halloween pics and Weasley progress shots tomorrow, I think. Also...someone (not me) has a birthday. Guess who!