Eeek! Look at those Jacks!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

From my little Jack-O-Lanterns to yours.

The Courage to Love and Whip in October

Halloween is a coming, and I'm flippin' freakin out! I love Halloween! I finally nagged Mike enough that he took the Halloween decorations out of the attic "now will you shut-up about it already?" Nope, so sorry to say that I won't. Because now I'm complaining that all of the Halloween decorations fit in one box. I need more, I tell you, more! I think I will be doing a little patriotic spending this week to help boost the economy (and my Halloween spirit). 

This year I have a Boba Fett and an Indiana Jones in residence. Actually, right now just an Indiana Jones in training. We normally order our costumes online, but Indy's hat held up the delivery date. So yesterday we went to Ooga-Booga and found an Indy hat and whip combo. I cancelled the online order for the hat and whip (saving $20.00 - yippee more to help get my Halloween decoration fix) and the order for the rest was shipped today. I usually plan to get costumes early enough that the boys have plenty of rips and holes in their costumes come Halloween. Actually, Hunter still wears costumes from Halloweens past all through out the year. We love costumes. 

Now back to Indy. Or really back to Indy's bull whip. Mini-Jones has whipped everyone and everything in this house, garage, yard, store...... It's made out of some plastic earth destroying material that really keeps it from hurting when it makes contact with it's victims. It's really pretty good. Problem is, Mini-Jones is getting better. Evil child. I love it. He's been running around the house with his Indy hat and whip, and even slept with them last night. Sierra is the only one spared from the whippings. 

Soooo, what did Hunter sleep with? A rubber chicken. Yes, a plucked, rubber, funky chicken. He loves that chicken. I think it had feathers before Austin whipped them all out one by one, but Mike assures me that it was naked and funky from the start. 

Austin lost his first tooth, FINALLY.  He's had his 4 front teeth lose for over a year. Finally one fell out in his sleep last night. Maybe he accidentally whipped it out. He's so stoked to get some cash from the Tooth Fairy. I told him to hang the whip up for the night or she may be too scared to approach. He didn't buy it and told me she wasn't a chicken like me. Then proceeded to compare me with the naked funky rubber chicken, which offended Hunter more than me.

I'll get my revenge, I spent some of my costume re-purchasing savings today and bought a big skeleton which is laying in Austin's bed right now, waiting for him to go to bed, much to his surprise. Ofcourse it may backfire and the tooth fairy will be putting money under my pillow where little man will sure to be sleeping after the freak out from Grim resting on his pillow. It'll be worth it, though. I can hardly wait for the freak-out scream fest. 

After soccer practice we pull up to the house and Hunter tells me he wishes it was Valentines day every day of the year. Austin, who thinks he is 15, says "well that sucks". And so the argument begins. 

H - Valentine Rocks!

A - Yuck!

H - But Austin, Valentine's is all about love, compassion and courage!

A - Yuck!

Mom - Oh Hunter, you have such a beautiful heart!

A - Yuck!

H - Thanks, mommy, I love you (followed by big mushy kiss)

A - You guys make me want to puke. Where's my whip?

Mom and Hunter take off screaming, in search of a safety zone.

Funny, how we lose the Valentine courage when we see the whip. 

Have a happy, funky chicken, whippin' good Halloween!