Took the all the kids trick or treating for the first time tonight: our church always has a carnival where there are games, rides, horses, mouse trap mazes, etc.. but this year it's taking a break.
So off we went through the neighborhood.
Hoo boy: you haven't lived until you've taken a 4 year old with ADD dressed as Bibleman, a 9 year old Hannah Montana with leadership qualities usually associated with Marine Corp Drill Sergeant, and a 19 month old demented Woody the Cowboy.
Here they are with my in laws right before heading out: in the smartest decision of the night, my Mother and Father-In-Law went home RIGHT after this picture was taken.
Besides all the cars driving through the neighborhood, candy being consumed, and them typically being 4.7 houses ahead of me at all times, I'd say it all went pretty well.
About the only thing I can compare tonight to is this: have you ever tried to wrangle 3 hyperactive sheep into a straight line and into a chute at the same time, all the while dodging charging bulls (cars), a herd of angry goats (all the other kids out at the same time), and the farmer from the spread next door (your Atlanta Braves loving neighbor wanting to debate the merits of the Edgar Renteria trade with you while you are desperately trying to keep your 4 year old wielding a sword from taking on a SUV in hand to hand combat) wanting to talk shop?
In no particular order, I need a stiff drink, 15 Valium, and a week long stay at a "mental health facility".
On the plus side, the kids had a ball, got enough candy to last through a nuclear winter, and went to bed with a smile on their faces. So I guess you could consider it a success.
Finally, I don't know if she'll see it or not, and it doesn't matter if she does: I've got to wish my adopted sister from a different mother, Tex, a very happy birthday today. This weekend she's flying to Boston to celebrate in style, and I wish I could tell her in person, but I hope it's the best birthday she's ever had.
She's responsible for helping me get this blog off the ground (so blame her for the train wreck). She's also responsible for helping me try and understand my wife better, for helping me remember it's OK to laugh at yourself, and for giving me COUNTLESS stories I can tell to my friends and family.
I hope you had a VERY happy birthday, Tex. Your friendship, advice, and insults mean more to me than you'll probably ever know: thanks for putting up with your obnoxious "little brother".
You be careful out there.