This is LG at age 1. This photo has been on my fridge(s) all these years. I love Halloween, mostly because I love to put together LG's costumes. Sometimes I make them, with a little or a lot of help from my friends (wait 'til you see THIS year's!), and sometimes I buy them, but if I do, I accessorize them masterfully. Still trying to stick to my "no recognizable photos" rule, I'm not really showing the best of the best, here, but I love them all.
In an old house in Paris, all covered with vines,
Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
The smallest one was Madeline.
I loved LG as Madeline. She was 2 1/2, and this was the year she had an undiscovered ear infection. We could not figure out why she was such a grumposaurus, on such a happy night. She ended up trick-or-treating at Nana and Pop Pop's front door, then at their back door, and that was that. Next day we discovered she was ill! Good mama :0
At age 4, she was Jessie from Toy Story. Nice chaps.
Just a couple of years ago, a fifties cutie with her booty. Today's SPF is all about Halloween, including decorations. Our Halloween decorations are minimal because we don't stay home on Halloween night. When LG was younger, the street we lived on wasn't safe for trick-or-treating, too much traffic, not enough sidewalks. Now, the neighborhood is fine, but we continue the tradition of going to Nana and Pop Pop's neighborhood, having dinner together, then Jif and Pop Pop take LG trick-or-treating while Nana and I hand out candy at home. It is a delightful evening. I pretend to be Oprah. Not that I'm in costume, I'm not. It's just that Nana gives out full-size Hershey bars, and the kids, especially the older ones, are SO excited and grateful that last year I said to Nana, "Now I know how Oprah feels, giving out all those cars!" It's a good thing.
I told you I'd let you know what Jif and I decided to wear to the Halloween Party. We wussed out and fell back on the old reliable "'60s hippies" get-up. We looked pretty good, though, and got a lot of compliments. One very nice 20-something even wanted to hang out with us because, as she said, "Now, there are some people [geezers] who know how to have fun!" Speaking of the '60s, one of my favorite Halloween memories probably happened in the late '60s, possibly early '70s:
There was a man in my neighborhood named "Edsel." That horrid name was probably a big part of what made him such a grumpy pants. He was a 20-something or 30-something OLD MAN. He didn't allow anyone to take a shortcut across his lawn, and if one of our balls, kites, pets, whatever, ended up in his yard, it was never seen again. He was married with a small child. Edsel worked nights, probably at a car factory, and every Mischief Night, his wife and child left for who-knows-where. Of course, their house was a target. Until ol' Edsel taught us a lesson that I, for one, have not forgotten.
The usual suspects were out, armed with toilet paper, etc., but this year we were most excited about a new-fangled invention called Silly String. We planned to Silly String all of Edsel's doors and windows. We approached the dark, still house, laughing and joking -- no need to be quiet, they were never home. As I took out my Silly String and went to work on the front door, I heard a strange, scraping sound on the roof above me. Before I could even step back, I heard more strange sounds, and looking up, I was hit in the face with full-hose-force cold water, followed by the strangest sound of all, that none of us had ever heard -- Edsel was laughing. Lying on his stomach on the roof, where he had lain in wait with the garden hose, just looking over the edge now at us, and cracking up. He soaked us, but we were laughing so hard we couldn't even run out of the yard, just stumbled against each other as we slowly made our way back to my house for warm, dry clothes. I'm pretty sure we yelled back things like, "Good one, Edsel!" and "You're hard, man!" ("Hard" used to mean something akin to "cool.")
Edsel was nicer after that.
And now, the costume that we in this household are SO excited about!!!!:
Can you tell by the necklace who LG is going to be? Tune in next week to see if you're right . . . :)