It has to be done, right?
For the third year in a row, she's a witch. (I am restraining myself from making the same Monty Python jokes as the last two years. You're welcome.) Last year and this year, when she's had enough sentience and speech to choose her costume, she's chosen witch. I have offered many, many other options. I showed her pictures. We even had a ghost costume last year - the witch was the emergency backup, and thank goodness we had it!
We went trick or treating with friends in our "real" neighborhood, among the brick sidewalks and cast-iron stoop adorned rowhouses of Capitol Hill. I just couldn't do trick or treating in the apartment building - it's just not right to me. (Though it was our backup plan if it was still pouring rain from Hurricane Sandy.) And it was all pretty fantastic. Helene held hands with her good friend Clara and they ran down the sidewalk and up the steps of each house, even trying to shout "trick or treat!" through the mail slots (we had to work on their timing and technique). Man, kids can CLEAN UP on candy in our neighborhood. It's densely populated, with urban rowhouses cheek-by-jowl, and people stay home and give out good candy. The two girls had as much candy as they could carry after rounding two blocks. We decided a good rule was "when you can't carry your candy bag/bucket anymore, it's time to go home." We got plenty of candy when I was a kid, but the houses were a lot further apart. We had to seriously hike and work for our candy. (Uphill! Both ways! In the snow!). These city kids have it good.
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Thirty-one weeks pregnant (almost thirty-two!). We're into SINGLE DIGIT countdown here, people - NINE (9) weeks to go. Oh, don't even start with me about any overdue business. We are in SINGLE DIGITS. If that baby knows what's good for him, he will come right on time like his sister did (2 days before her due date) because he is between me and All The Wine. And All The Beers. And All The Margaritas. Also, pregnancy heartburn can die in a fire.
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In renovation news, we are moving back into our house in one week. ONE WEEK. 1! This is going to be a very long week to wait. We did a walkthrough and discussion of the final punch list with our contractor yesterday. They've cleaned up our house considerably, and are getting all of their stuff out, so it's looking much more habitable. (The whole Flickr set is here, if you want to look at the progress.) I almost cried when we had to leave because I want to be there, living there, SO BADLY. It looks so great, and is going to be so great, and I AM NEVER MOVING AGAIN.
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So, November is National Blog Posting Month, when people try to do one post a day for the whole month. Hey, I'm posting on the first! Maybe I could do it for the whole....wow, I am clearly delusional, because, um, no, not gonna happen. Nice thought, though.
Too cute.
And YAY for 9 weeks/1 week. It's about time, on both accounts.
Posted by: Darao75 | Thursday, November 01, 2012 at 02:11 PM