This morning, my children woke up from a sugar coma and went to school. Halloween is over and the holiday season officially kicks into full gear.
This is a pumpkin that Rachel carved last week in anticipation of next year’s mission trip to Africa. Actually, she said that our youth pastor Chris carved most of it, but she got to take it home. Pretty cool, huh?
Last night we went over to our friend’s, the Grams, for a little trick-or-treating. Sam and Harrison went door-to-door. Rachel dressed up but decided she would just stroll through the neighborhood with mom and dad, commenting on all the cute little kids and their costumes and trying to keep up with two boys jacked up on sugar.
Harrison was a little bit scary, Rachel was a little bit country and Sam went retro with the classic ghost sheet costume, inspired by a viewing of It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Rachel asked him what he would do if somebody gave him a rock. I think he was hoping they would!
It was a beautiful night and the air was crisp. We hit the mother lode of neighborhoods, with lots of young families, super cute little kids and houses handing out handfuls of candy. It didn’t take long for the boys to fill up their pillowcases until they were almost too heavy to carry.
When we got home, Yoda greeted us on our doorstep. We discovered something this year. My son-in-law-to-be, let’s just call him Daniel, has a secret hidden talent. He is an amazing pumpkin carver. This is his creation.
This pumpkin amazing is not, hmm? Yeesssssss.
Ashley and Daniel spent the evening at home, watching The Village and handing out candy to the handful of trick-or-treaters in our neighborhood. Ashley recently went on the wagon. Or off the wagon, the candy wagon, that is. She’s had a problem for years. Ashley is a candy addict. This is hard for a mother to admit about her child, but it’s true. She decided (probably due to an impending wedding) that she would cut out sugar completely! Yikes!
She has had migraines and serious withdrawal from her sugar habit, but she is sticking to her guns and is starting to feel much better for it.
Well, we arrived home last night and dumped this on the kitchen table.
Let me warn you now. This next picture is not pretty. If you’ve never seen an addict in the throes of withdrawal, avert your eyes. If there are children in the room, they should leave now.
Okay, I’ve warned you.
It was sad. She has a crazed look in her eyes. Sam was in bed, so he had no idea what was happening to his dear sister (or his beloved candy). Somebody help this woman!
Well, we pulled Ashley away before any real damage was done, and did the drug sweep through the candy. Daniel pulled out two suspicious looking candy bars that he figured he should keep himself and examine thoroughly. I know he’s just looking out for the kids. What a nice guy!
Ashley decided that next to eating candy, she loved to sort candy. YES! You read that right. Every year, she would sort and re-sort her candy endlessly, organizing it into categories and colors. Must be a girl thing, because my sister and I did the same thing when we were kids. I think Daniel was a bit baffled by the sorting thing, but it made Ashley feel better and prevented her from diving in and eating the candy, so he humored her and helped with the sorting.
There’s Ashley, still sugar free, and organized. Now, that’s love!