This Was Halloween

Late post. Addie has been sick since Sunday, and we’re just now coming up for air.

Untitled Before you ask: Addie was Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Henry was Pizza Steve from Uncle Grandpa.
I’m not sure how many Halloweens we have left where she will want to dress up. Although, it’s different now. I remember thinking in 8th grade that it wasn’t cool to wear a costume. I think costumes have become much more of a thing. (That, and I am sure that my hyper-sensitivity meant I thought this was not cool because I didn’t think anything was cool.) Addie is already light years ahead of me.

We started the evening off the way we start all Halloweens. We drove over to my grandparents’ house to do a test Trick-or-Treat and our standard photo in front of the fireplace. UntitledUntitledAfter that, we went home. I spent my first Halloween as a mom (yes, the first one in 13 years) staying home to pass out candy. The cousins, aunts and uncles (from both sides) joined us, and they went with Eric out to trick or treat.
I’m not a Halloween person, but this was the best one I can remember in recent history. It was fun to have all the kids together, and fun that my kids and my sister’s kids are big enough to really go and go and go on Halloween.

We had a great time and life didn’t get real scary until Addie started throwing up on Sunday…

Now all my ads are for comfy shoes.


The other night Eric and I went out for crab. I tequila-ed myself up a little and ended up posting some crazy (for me) questions on Facebook like hey you guys should I get bangs? and hey, I am all about that comfy shoe work life, should I buy some clogs? I’ll just let that sink in for a minute: when I get get my buzz on I suddenly have the courage to ask my peeps about my top secret heart-yearnings for a new hairstyle and supportive footwear.

It’s kinda hard bein’ Snoop* D-oh-double-G.

Anyway. I have two weeks left of summer. I am trying hard not to spend them only eating Red Vines and watching The West Wing. But my annoyance with the terrible, no good, very bad dialogue on True Detective this season and the fact that there were only two seasons of creepy/wonderful show The Fall on Netflix (which we gulped down in three days) is making me crave some good ol’ fashioned (if drug-fueled) Aaron Sorkin West Wing walk-and-talk writing. I don’t even care that The West Wing seems in hindsight to present an idealized notion of America, a Bizzaro World to counter our worst summer of news in forever. Nope, I don’t care because it’s my escape. There’s a drought in California and all the plants are dead and about to burn up and everyone is cranky and it’s making me hate everything. The West Wing feels like happy. It can’t be tough feelings around the clock.

I am reading still, a lot. I am trying not to write only about reading, though, since it seems like that’s turned into most of my whole deal. I will briefly mention that I started War and Peace and I am reading it with a pen in my hand to make my brain pay attention, and I am only reading about 20 pages at a time so I don’t get sick of it. It is all kinds of wonderful. It begins in 1805, when Napoleon was stomping around Europe but hadn’t yet decided to march into Russia (which we know ended really great for him). I should not be surprised, but Tolstoy’s writing is just delicious. I love it, and I love that I’m not reading it for anything. Just for me. Bonus points for surrounding myself with a cadre of patient and generous history teacher friends. I called Kitty the other night to ask something about upper-class Russian perceptions of Napoleon in the years before he invaded, and that’s not really something odd for me to do in our relationship.


The kids are great and about to start 5th (Henry) and 8th (Addie) grades. The other day I stumbled on some pictures from when Addie was about to start 5th, and the moment was so vivid in my mind, it felt like it just happened. It’s true what they say: the days are long but the years are short. The start of school feels a little less scary for our whole family than it did last year–I’m glad Miss Roo will be in the same place and I’m glad she never has to do 7th grade again. Henry is fine and will continue to be fine; he has confidence in spades. For him, now is about figuring out when it’s okay to be funny and when he maybe needs to cool it a little. But this feels like it will be a year of just doing what we know, which sounds, frankly, fantastic. Though I’m not looking forward to living by a bell schedule again in two weeks at work (it’s been so nice to use the restroom whenever I want!), this year will be easier for us as a family because we all know what to expect.