Well, it’s November people. Someone tell me how this could be possible. Christmas is next month. Whaaaaa? Where the hell did this year go? It flew by faster than ever. And the scariest thing about that is I seem to say that every year. Why is it when you’re little, time practically stands still. But when you’re an older, it whisks by you like a tornado?
We stayed out for about an hour and then headed home. It was 7pm and that’s when he’s usually in bed. Of course all he wanted was candy. “Candy Mommy! Caaaaaannndy!” I signaled to Rob to take out most of it from his bucket. There is no need for all that sugar. Dom is a little, tiny kid. It would spin him out of control and we would literally have to peel him off the ceiling.
After pj’s were on, we made a deal. He would get to pick out one piece of candy tonight and eat it, but that’s all. He grabbed his bucket, sat down on the floor of Rob’s office and dumped it out. He very carefully organized them in a line and picked up each one, examining the wrapper. He finally settled on a Kit Kat bar and dove right in. It was priceless to see his face as he took each bite. He held it in his clutches while dancing around the room singing “triiiiick or treeeaaaat!”
After he was done savoring his one candy bar, teeth were brushed and stories were read.
Yesterday was Halloween and we took Dom trick or treating with Steve, Martha and the kids. He had so much fun running up to the door, ringing the door bell and say “twick or tweaaaaat!” And then when he got some candy in his bucket, he’d say “thank you!” then run over to Rob and say “Daddy! I got one!!!!!!”
What a difference a year makes. Last year he was only one and he didn’t really get it. He was barely walking, barely talking. I think we hit about 3 houses before we went home. I actually got a bit teary eyed this year, seeing him running up to the doors with his cousins. He knew the drill, he knew the reward. He was so excited about the whole thing and totally got it. How is this my baby boy? Where did he go? Last year he was a baby Tiger and this year? Spiderman. Bam! From cutesy stuffed animal to crime fighting super hero in the blink of an eye.
We stayed out for about an hour and then headed home. It was 7pm and that’s when he’s usually in bed. Of course all he wanted was candy. “Candy Mommy! Caaaaaannndy!” I signaled to Rob to take out most of it from his bucket. There is no need for all that sugar. Dom is a little, tiny kid. It would spin him out of control and we would literally have to peel him off the ceiling.
After pj’s were on, we made a deal. He would get to pick out one piece of candy tonight and eat it, but that’s all. He grabbed his bucket, sat down on the floor of Rob’s office and dumped it out. He very carefully organized them in a line and picked up each one, examining the wrapper. He finally settled on a Kit Kat bar and dove right in. It was priceless to see his face as he took each bite. He held it in his clutches while dancing around the room singing “triiiiick or treeeaaaat!”
After he was done savoring his one candy bar, teeth were brushed and stories were read.
Thankfully he went to bed with little fuss. Until about midnight when he woke up crying, saying he was scared. When we were trick or treating, there was one house that had a 6 foot skeleton dressed in a cape. Dom was scared at the time; in fact he insisted I take him back to go look it. “Go back Mommy!” But now that the fun and excitement was over, maybe it was spooking him a bit. I brought him into our bed where he proceeded to play, sing and jump until 2:30am. I was exhausted and told him it was time to go into his bed now. Once again, he told me he was scared and wanted to stay in our bed. We compromised and he went into his bed, but I left the door open and turned his little star light on. I crawled back into my bed and could hear him playing. Finally at 3:30am it was quiet. I closed my eyes, more than ready to get some much needed sleep.
What felt like 5 mins later, I heard “Mommy! Mommy! It’s wake up time!” I looked at the clock, and sure enough, it was 6:30am. Noooooooo! It was times like that which I wished I drank coffee.
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