I've been feeling frustrated with myself thinking that I've always kind of hated Halloween and now that Angus doesn't trick or treat anymore and Eve probably just did for the last time I should have appreciated it more. Then I realized that wasn't really accurate. I loved taking them when they were little. I just didn't like it when they got a little older and we knew they were going to go but it always took up until the last minute to plan who we were going to go with and I'm just bad at not having a plan, and at wandering around the neighbourhood awkwardly without a parent friend while my kid asks strangers for candy.
For a couple of years when Angus was going with friends, I made Matt take Eve with whoever she went with. Last year I sucked it up and we went with the crazy Greek friends to an elaborately decorated neighbourhood in Riverside South and it was really fun. This year Eve decided to go with two friends she's known since birth, and Collette and I sat and drank rum and cokes while they went around the neighbourhood together, without us, and that was pretty fun too.
I still kind of miss this:
But on Saturday, I baked pumpkin scones while Eve carved the pumpkins.
And Angus went for dinner with some friends. To the place where I drink beer every Tuesday night with MY friends (eep).
But he still dressed up for the Halloween party.
With so much of parenting, when you lose something you almost always get something equally (but differently) awesome in return.
(Like your friend getting put in a chokehold by her kid when she goes in for an unsanctioned Tootsie-Pop grab).