Lately, bath time has been hit-or-miss. It can range from 30 seconds of screaming and crying to fifteen minutes of excessive laughter and splashing. Tonight, though, tonight was a rare aquatic treat. Robbie spent an hour in the bathtub. In frigid water. Laughing, splashing, and refusing to leave. I asked him several times if he was ready to get out, only to hear, “No, thank you, Mama.” And so he kept playing. I couldn’t bring myself to wash his hair, though. There’s no way I would have let anyone wash my hair with that ice cold water. But, hey, whatever makes the kid happy. It gave me some time to catch up with my favorite little brother.
Today was the day. Trick or treat. Robbie talked about it all day. I know because I was with him all day. Zhining was without heat, so Robbie went to work with me. I wound up coming home with him, since we did have electricity (some 160 districts were/are closed). We made the most of our day, stopping to buy pun’kins and taking in a class at Gymboree.
All I heard all day was about trick-or-treating. I’m not even sure that Robbie knew what it was, but he knew it was tonight. He didn’t take off his costume all day – not even for his nap – in an effort to make sure he didn’t miss the event. When he decided that Justin had worked long enough, he went upstairs and said, “Daddy! Pun’kins. Time for pun’kins!” And he carefully supervised our creation of a “silly pun’kin” and a “Go Cats pun’kin”. Both look fabulous on our front porch.
Shortly after the pumpkins were carved, Robbie started running around he house telling me to hurry because it was time for trick-or-treat. Is there some sort of kid sensor that tells them these things? Because he was absolutely right. It was time for trick-or-treating. I was a little concerned about how this would go, since it can take Robbie some time to get warmed up. It didn’t take long, my friends. We talked about what to say and that he should only take one piece of candy (that lasted for a few houses), and he was off.
We went to the first house, and he climbed up the porch after an older trick-or-treater, watched her carefully, and then dove in. We moved methodically down the street, and I was fairly sure that we would make it to about ten houses netting him enough candy for a few days.
Robbie picked up speed as we started to get through the street, running from house to house. I actually tried to sneak past a few houses because it was getting close to 8:00 (I had originally figured that he would last maybe an hour). Robbie was on to me, though. Perhaps it was the conversation about how we knew which houses to go to. When I tried to pass a house, Robbie grabbed my hand, said, “Mama, light on. Tricker treat. Halloween”, and took off toward the house. Silly me. I assumed that when his bucked was full and I was sticking candy in my pockets that we were good.
The last house, though, really threw Robbie for a loop. She had a spider that fell from the porch ceiling and then climbed back up its web when she clapped. Roberto did not like this. In fact, it terrified him. I watched as the sheer terror took over his face and saw the scream build in his throat. He dropped his Elmo bucket to the ground and leapt off the porch and into my arms. And, good mother that I am, I couldn’t stop laughing.
I’m not sure how we’re going to keep Robbie from ringing people’s doorbells when we walk down the street anymore. I have a feeling he’s going to want “tricker treat” every day of the year. Especially because he got into the tub with a sucker in one hand and half a KitKat in the other.
Justin has class on Mondays, so it was really important for me to have him get to see Robbie do some trick-or-treating. So, I did some research on Halloween activities. Of course, this was made more difficult by the freak snow storm that blew in on Saturday night. The Spooky Walk at the park was cancelled. It was too blustery to trick-or-treat at the zoo. So, we settled on trick-or-treating at the Burlington Mall.
We headed out of the house around 4:30, with me pushing Robbie and Justin out of the house so we had a little time for the adventure. We got to the mall with plenty of time, but, as we walked through Macy’s, Justin kindly pointed out that none of the other kids were wearing costumes. I believe I responded with something along the lines of, “I’m sure their kids are sad their parents didn’t pay attention to the website. This is going to be so much fun!”
Except there really were no other kids in costumes. Or stores participating in trick-or-treat. But there was my kid, marching around in his Elmo costume, Elmo backpack, and “silly pun’kin bucket”, totally unaware about how his mother had embarrassed him. Figuring I had stumbled upon the mall’s 2010 calendar, I looked at my phone. Nope. 2011 calendar.
Wrong mall. Burlington Mall in New freaking Jersey. Of course.
All was not lost, though. The ladies at J. Crew took pity on my poor Elmo and offered him a selection of Tootsie Roll. And I did feel better when another parent, with two children in costume, confided that he wife took them to a costume party that afternoon only to find that it had been the day before. Which I think is way worse than going to a made-up trick-or-treat event. But, who am I to judge?
Remember all that big boy bed talk? Yeah. Didn’t go well this past weekend. In fact, all Robbie wanted was to cuddle in our bed. Saturday night, we finally gave in and cuddled in bed together to watch How to Train Your Dragon. Justin fell asleep around 9:00, after assuring me that I didn’t need to go turn off all the lights downstairs. I crashed sometime around 9:30. Robbie was, once again, the last one in the house asleep.
I moved him into his own room around 10:45 but he was back with us a little after midnight. The power went out from our first snow storm of the year and it got cold in the house. And, even though it’s not a habit I’m hoping to keep, it was nice to have him cuddled up with us. In fact, it was the only way we stayed warm.
And, miraculously, Robbie was open to sleeping in his crib Sunday for a nap. In fact, he woke up talking about his “fun rest”, and he’s been great about going back in ever since. Granted, only for two days. But, I’ll take it. Because the side rails that go with his bed take ten to twelve weeks to come in.