This morning as I brushed her hair, my daughter whispered that her friend Olivia had told her a big secret this weekend and that no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t tell me what it was. I sort of freaked out a bit here. You can imagine the things that were going through my mind that Olivia had shared with her in secret. I continued to brush her tangles and carefully chose my next words.
“Honey, you can’t have secrets from Mommy and Daddy. I know sometimes it is hard to tell us everything, but if Olivia told you something and didn’t want you to tell us, it really is best if we know.”
“I am so worried that she’ll be disappointed in me. Promise you won’t tell her I told you.”
“I can’t promise I won’t tell her, but I can promise that telling me won’t hurt anyone.”
“Okay Mommy…..Olivia is a vampire, a real one.” she told me with sincerity. I thought about laughing, but her serious tone told me this just wasn’t the time to laugh.
“Honey? How does Olivia eat, does she drink people’s blood?”
” No Mommy, she drinks her own blood. Like this.” A put her wrist to her mouth and pretended to bite herself.
“I know she convinced you she is, but I honestly don’t believe Olivia is a vampire.”
“That makes me so happy Mommy, because vampires scare me.”
“They scare me too.”
Happy 6th Birthday little girl!!
Oh folks, it is that time of the year again. The time when the cake pans and fondant come out in full force. It seemed like such a cute thing to do the first year with the train cake. Simple icing and some ingredients from the store. It has morphed into a huge ordeal. The neighbors came over to assist with sonic the hedgehog. I enjoy it though. I really do. This year weekend I’ll be mixing up and decorating a “hello kitty” masterpiece. If you see my daughter though, please don’t let her know. I sifted through the computer drives and was able to locate photos of many of the cakes. I am missing one cake. The ladybug cake of A’s second year. Ahhhh. The memories.
By the way, cakes are at least baked!!!
All in all it was a great weekend. But, like every “holiday” weekend, there is a melacholy at the end of it all. Inevitably, along the way, a child’s expectations weren’t exactly met. The boy who dresses as Link from Zelda who was initally so excited by his costume with the sword and shield from a castle in France couldn’t find the sword the day of the party. The Cinderalla girl who only wants to be a princess, noticed the cheap store-bought costume splitting at the seams, and the husband who completely forgot about the party left his blue Dexter gloves on the countertop. I was thrilled with my costume that was suggested to me by a blog reader….a box of Franzia–was awesome and dispensed cheap wine. The boy was sick on Halloween day so missed the soccer playoffs. By later in the afternoon he was up for trick or treating (surprised??) but couldn’t find his dearest friend. He eventually did, which made things a LOT better.
The big disappointment of the day was the pamphlet that we got from a local home that talked about how bad Islam is. I thought of linking to the pamphlet here, so that people could see how this racist and heinous group represented Islam, but I am sure they track their web site visits and relish in the post halloween rise in Web traffic. I was sad and ashamed that this morning my husband found this booklet in the trick or treat bag, and so happy that my son doesn’t have enough interest in reading to have glanced at the pamphlet. I was also happy that our friends and neighbors tried to warn us about the pamphlet…my husband simply forgot. This family should be ashamed, Proselytizing to children????? Next year we will remember to stay away from the home that believes my family are a bunch of terrorists. Or, we could be incredibly bold and dress like what they think we are. “TRICK OR TREAT!!!”