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While I am sure many of you are thinking to yourselves "Hmmm, what will that little darling K Kaos be for Halloween?" you can keep that to yourself.
We are talking about something much more monumental than that.We are talking about what I am going to be for Halloween.That my friends is important.
In fact in my 30 years of Halloween I can only recall 1 Halloween that my most pressing thought for a month or two in advance was not about costumes and decorations and goodies. That was the year I got married. I got married 4 days before Halloween and before and after the wedding I was suffering from what you would call "morning" sickness. I would not call it morning sickness, I would call it "Oh my god I think I am going to die from puking, is that an internal organ, should we put that back" sickness. My most pressing thought in the months preceding that Halloween were "Please let me stop puking" "Gee I hope I fit into my wedding gown when I am 4 months pregnant" and "Who the hell looses weight when they are pregnant and can't fit into their wedding gown because it is suddenly too big" interspersed with more "please oh please let me stop puking".That is in no way relevant to this year though.
This year if there is to be any puking it will be my family puking from the amount of time and thought I give Halloween.I. Love. Halloween.
LOVE LOVE LOVE. Some people get all cheery and joyous at Christmas. Some people love and value Thanksgiving. Some Easter or Valentines day. I love Halloween.
Why? Why not? Halloween is AWESOME....
This year though, this year is special. This year is the first time that K is old enough to appreciate a little bit of horror. Just a little bit. Not much, not guts and gore (which is okay by me, my love of Halloween is certainly not hindered by a lack of gore). But mummies are super cool. Zombies are A OKAY. Werewolves are pretty neat.And Vampires. Apparently Vampires are the way to go.
The scariest thing I have been since K was born is a witch... which I have been 3 times in the last 6 Halloweens. I can do that with my eyes closed. She's been a witch twice because she thinks they're cute.This year though we aren't looking at angels or fairies or cats. No pumpkins or fuzzy little forest animals here. Not a super hero in site (Sorry Mr. Kaos, I know you had high hopes for dusting off your bat cape and cowl).
This year I get to be a vampire. Teeth and all...Because my daughter will not run screaming from the room when she sees the blood lust in my eyes... This year she is old enough to know that it really isn't blood lust at all, it's just mommy enjoying her FAVORITE holiday and having a really freaking great time.
