Anson discovered a TV show on YouTube about a year ago called “Blippi.”
It’s not my favorite.
It’s a clown, first of all. Not a CLOWN-clown… but still.
He sings super catchy songs about any number of childhood themes, holidays, etc. And one of them is the Halloween song.
A creepy voice intones as the chorus…
halllllllloween, halllllllloween… I just love Halloweeeeeeen (halloween!).
And Anson of course loves it. It turned Halloween from a flash in the pan into Anson’s favorite holiday, and today marked the occasion.
Problem was, I think Anson had too much riding on it. He was a hot mess of emotion all day long.
The morning activity was making Anson his ghost costume, which, I’m a little embarrassed to admit, I tried and tried to talk him out of. He was insistent, and even a trip to Goodwill to look for other options didn’t dissuade. A frantic search in the linen closet yielded a sacrifice-able sheet, and I asked Anson whether he would like me to cut a hole for his whole head, or just for his eyes.
Anson wanted just his eyes and mouth, which was bad news for Mama.
“I want to have scary black eyes and teeth, too!” he reminded me.
I was not going to deal with the daycare lady and Anson wearing a face covered in black eyeliner, so I reminded Anson that we couldn’t do any face painting until trick or treating later in the day.
This sent Anson over the edge.
When I encouraged Anson to pull himself together and have a good attitude, I was answered with this gem:
“You’re the worst parent EVER!”
So I sent him to his room. As he stormed off, I heard him mutter, “In fact, I’m never going trick or treating AGAIN!”
Boy, oh boy.
From complaints about going to school…
“School’s the worst!”
to protests about the upcoming Halloween party at school…
“Parties are the worst!”
It really wasn’t our best morning.
Piling sugar and a late bedtime on top of that ought to go well for us, right?
Maybe not so much.
After hauling the kids to four different “trick or treat” stops to visit aunts and uncles, it turned out Anson and Maddox didn’t feel much like wandering around the neighborhood asking for candy, so we bagged the door-to-door in exchange for watching some video. About 15 minutes in, Anson burst into tears. He was disappointed he hadn’t gotten to really trick or treat.
He cried over that again during tooth brush time.
So, I suspect Halloween was a bit of a letdown for Anson. And honestly, it wasn’t awesome for Mommy either. Sometimes it is okay to let go of our expectations and measure a day on its own merits and call it good.
Did Anson and Maddox both pose nicely for that “woodland creature” picture we missed at the birthday party this weekend?
Mostly.
And did Maddox crack me up when she shouted at her pretend cell phone, “Siri, I talk to Mama, right now!”
She sure did.
Did all four of us have a fun walk around the block before dinner?
Yep.
All in all, not a horrible day. Plus, candy.