Happy Halloween one and all! I hope you are enjoying some great tricks and treats! I wanted to give you a little holiday goodness before I go out for my first annual egg fight! Nothing like two grown adults getting in a glorified food fight with a four year old! Worry not, we'll all be wearing our warmest sweats and only (potentially) destroying my property:-) Have an excellent night!
I will go ahead and mention that I do not own Ghosthunters, and I do not know what the outcome will be of their live ghost hunt at Waverly Hills. Before the critics attack, I do not imply that there is ghost activity there, or that it will play out tonight, but to imply that it will be good, creepy fun, is awesome! I have also never alluded before to Alex and Ava being a couple, but in the spirit of the holiday, I had to give myself some happy.
"Oooo! I am going to geeeeet you Iiiiiizzzziiiee!"
I looked up annoyed from my pumpkin at Alex wearing one of Meredith's best bed sheets.
"Look, I take my holidays seriously. I am armed with a carving knife, and I know how to use it."
"For I shouldn't mess with Prego the Clown?"
I heaved a chunk of pumpkin guts at him.
"You're damn right! Now take off that sheet before you crack your face!"
I heard a quick "Yes, Mom!" before he thudded to the floor.
George rushed in soon after.
"Do you have what I asked for?"
He unloaded his bag cautiously, laying his bounty before me.
"No! No, no, no! I asked for three medium white pumpkins, four jumbo bags of Nerds, and that's it! Not two large orange pumpkins, a bag of Rolos and off brand Smarties!"
"What does it matter?"
"My whole decor was based on those three pumpkins! And there has to be continuity in the candy of the Trick-or-Treaters get disgruntled! Then they egg, George! And soap, and TP!"
He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"Honey, you are getting hormonal. I will take the brunt of the Trick-or-Treater wrath."
"But I need this to be perfect! Including tonight, we have two major holidays to go before the baby! Time to get our ducks in a row! There is a standard we are trying to exceed!"
"Oookay. I'm going to go put on my costume, and when you are ready, I will help you with yours. Bye now."
I looked dejectedly at my all wrong pumpkins.
Happy Freakin' Halloween.
After a solid hours preparation, I had set the front and put on my costume. Looking in the mirror, I suddenly felt self concious. I was wearing orange sweats, an orange jogging top, had a jack o'lantern face painted on my big belly, and a green pipe cleaner head band on that was twisted to resemble vines. Maybe I was wrong for putting the belly out like this. Maybe I should have just painted the face on a sweatshirt. "Too late now, Mama." I told myself and proceeded to meet the gang downstairs where the party was in full swing, and everyone was dressed appropriately in their own way.
Mark was wearing a Freddy Krueger ensemble, fully ready to cut someone up. Derek was a decorated noblesman clinging to a reluctant damsel which was Meredith. Christina was dressed both hilariously, and ironically, as Killjoy the Clown. Alex was a dark knight holding court to Ava and baby Rebecca who were both snow princesses. And my darling George? He was sporting a baby belly suit under a pumkin shirt. How cute to be twins, huh?
Ava was the first to spot me.
"Oh my God, Izzie! How cute are you?"
Meredith and Cristina looked back and forth between George and I.
"Are you two trying to tell us something?"
"No!" I exclaimed as I made my waddling descent. "Is everything in place?"
Derek smiled.
"Laptop is all set up on Sci-Fi for the panic button, and Ghosthunters will be on an hour after the Trick-or-Treaters leave."
"That's good. Alex, George, did you get the candy ready?"
"Bagged meticulously just as you asked."
"Perfect. Let's eat!"
We ate and mingled, and it was fun. After a while, even I was convinced I was cute in my pumpkin garb.
Unfortunately, the weather turned for the worse within a half hour of our show starting. Of course the thunder began to rumble as it became intense. Several times I neared the panic button, just convinced I had seen something.
In a flash, all the power was killed.
Rebecca began to cry out.
Derek and George went for the circuit breaker and flashlights.
That's when the door flew open with a large "CLACK!"
A dark figure stood in the doorway.
The lights flared suddenly on.
It was Callie.
She was sopping wet in what was once a cat costume.
Mark grew a wry grin and murmured, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty"
Cristina smacked him hard.
"Sorry to intrude, but I was on my way to a party and it got too bad to drive."
Meredith spoke up first.
"Come on in. Let me get you a towel. You're not intruding, just watching Ghosthunters until the lights went out."
Callie eyed me as she brushed past.
"Nice costume, Stevens. If you can call it that."
"Izzie, ignore her. Do not let her spoil your fun. You are cute tonight."
I turned around and leaned into George.
"I'll try. But honestly, I'm looking more forward to the part where you get to help me wash all the paint off."
However awkwardly, the night went on successfully. Callie left sometime before the boys decided drunkenly to spit pumpkin seeds at one another, but not until she witnessed their own pathetic ghost hunting attempts in Meredith's closet where Dead Mommy used to live.
Yeah, we're a lively group, huh?
But as the night unfolded, and my baby swam about I couldn't help but think everything was perfect, even if it didn't go by design.
