Perhaps itâ€™s the weather. Itâ€™s chilly, slightly gloomy and very blustery. Weâ€™ve got a pumpkin on our porch and some very decoratively enthusiastic neighbors. Leaves now litter our tree-lined street and the arbor skeletons beckon to spirited children.
Halloween is here!
This is the first time in a very long time Iâ€™ve been so excited about All Souls Day. Two years ago, I was thrilled because we had a house and I was going to get trick-or-treaters. And even though theyâ€™re still a bit young, we have our own little monsters this year.
As several people have pointed out, yes, the muppets are too young to appreciate dressing up. Yes, I am aware of this and no, I am not driving the sport utility stroller door to door in a citywide search for fun-size candies. However, they will be participating in a parade at my work and attending a costume brunch on Saturday. Sunday, theyâ€™ll be home helping me hand out candy to the local disguised tricksters.
If my memory serves, I spent my childhood as a clown, witch, Barbie, angel, rabbit, Phantom of the Opera and, my personal creative favorite, a yellow Crayola crayon. My brother was a pirate, Indian, dinosaur, Care Bear GI Joe, and Ryne Sandberg.
Iâ€™m not sharing what the muppets are dressing up as just yet. I know many of you already know â€“ but for those who donâ€™t, letâ€™s save the surprise for the big day. Iâ€™ll give you a hint. Despite my best efforts to procure the costumes, the boys are not going to be muppets.
I’m excited and eager for the memories. They grow up so fast.