A Note

I'm not so proud that I can't say I'm sorry.  I hate it when I act poorly..."Badly done, Emma, badly done." (Thank you, Jane Austen).

Yesterday I wrote and delivered this note:

Dear:  (insert child's name here),

I'm sorry that I let my hurt feelings get in the way of being a loving mother.  I'm grateful that you are in my life and that I get to kiss you good night and blow dry your hair in morning.  I love you!

Love,
Mom

It was a Graveyard Smash!

See this girl?  SHE is the reason behind the madness of the Monster Bash.  Clear back in early September she started in on me about decorating for Halloween.  We hit the stores and had a lot of fun gathering supplies and home decor items and slowly over the last 6 weeks we transformed our house.

 I am a Halloween hater, so this really was a labor of love for me to indulge her passion for all things All Hallow's Eve.  The culmination of our efforts?  A huge family party!

We had funny treats (Eadible eyeballs, mummy face pizza's, taratula legs, pumpkin rolls, bubbling cidar...you get the point), howling games (Mummy Wrap, Donut Eating, Red Light/Green Light), pumpkin painting and costume contest.  Oh yeah, costumes were required entry into the festivities.

Whew, it was a lot of work, but FUN work...and so worth it!

Boo!

It is T-minus 2 hours until the 1st Annual Monster Bash.  Thrown by our little family, for BOTH sides of the family.  I'm talking 40 people.  Eek.