In our incredible shrinking house it's hard to find an appropriate storage location for a 4 foot long, rubber, Halloween skeleton. We had to make due and hung him in the corner of my closet where he was forgotten amongst all the avalanche prone clutter of hats, shoes, boxes of baseball cards, and random parts of disassembled furniture. This is an embarrassingly messy area I prefer to ignore, but our children view it as a treasure trove of infinite wonder. I cannot open my closet doors without 4 little little hands pulling the doors farther open and 2 little heads thrusting their way in to shop for trouble.
This initially resulted in spontaneous acts of shoe or belt theft, but one dark day I actually turned on the closet light and changed everything. Norah immediately spotted the skeleton and began a barrage of questions about him. She was curious, but couldn't decide between fascination and fear. Uncertain how to explain what he was or why he was there I just calmly stated "Oh, that's just Larry. Hi Larry!" Since that fateful day, a closet opening is not just an opportunity for petty theft, it's visitation time with Uncle Larry! I cannot retrieve a pair of pants without hearing Norah and Justin happily repeating "Hi Larry! See you later." over and over and waving like mad.
Larry finally came out of the closet a few days ago (so to speak) and is now hanging from a beam in the living room. Norah and Justin went nuts when they saw him and now can't even walk through the living room without waving to him several times. Thankfully our kids have no fear of the macabre.
The children have enthusiastically greeted the approach of Halloween and are quick to point out all the decorations around town. After a steady diet of Disney movies, Norah seems particularly enamored with witches at the moment, all of which, according to her "Aren't very happy right now." I think that observation has something to do with their facial expressions or their jealousy over not being in the pretty princess dresses, but who knows?
To Norah and Justin's amusement our Halloween decorations are slowly migrating into the house from the precariously balanced "Holiday Jenga Tower" in the garage. (I'm convinced these have incorporated themselves into the structure of the garage and that one false move could collapse the entire house.) At risk of losing my own sanity I brought in my late October nemesis- a pair of battery operated, musical, Halloween decorations. They drain my soul, but I knew the kids would adore them. Adjustable volume is a beautiful thing, too bad these don't have that feature. The black cat has transformed Santana to Satan as far as I'm concerned (even Heather's patience is beaten by it), but the kids enjoy dancing and running to the music so we've got that going for us....which is nice.
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