Family of Five

On Sunday at church my kids were super.  Seriously.  They were happy to get ready after their extra hour of sleep....they were totally excited to see their buddies in their classes, and they all came willingly with us when it was time to go.

Then....we hit the parking lot.

Ethan wanted to go with his cousins.  Badly. Very badly.  Ethan couldn't go with his cousins.  Ethan started sputtering and drooling and totally decompensating in the middle of everyone else's post-sermon bliss.  As I steered him to the car he began SCREAMING that I was hurting his arm.  Badly.  Very badly.

Carolyn was already in the car and ddidn't care for the placement of the chest buckle of the car seat.  Carolyn tried to move it.  I told her "No....that isn't safe!".  Carolyn wanted the chest buckle moved.  Badly.  Very badly.  She moved it down again.  I moved it back and she started sputtering and SCREAMING that I was hurting her.  Badly.  Very badly. 

Bennett said in between his sputtering drooling sobbing brother and his screeching spitting sobbing sister with his hands over his ears.

Barrett stood looking in the window....eyes and mouth wide open....staring in amazement.

I looked over our beautiful children and asked

 him, "What happened to our little angels?"

Slowly, he shook his head. "Halloween.  Halloween happened."

Yeah.....it happened.

It happened to a sweet Snow White, a dashing Batman, and a weirdly freaky dead patriot soldier boy.

You see....the dynamics go like this. 

Snow White loves her hero, Bataman.

And who is that handsome hero unmasked????  

Why....it's Ethan!  One of Nonni's awesome grandsons.

How lucky are we that we have an unbelievable artist to....well....figure out just how to accomplish the crazy inventive super labor-intensive ideas that Bennett comes up with for Halloween.  She concocted a way to adhere a front and back of a plastic sword to make it look like it had (yikes) pierced my baby soldier.  Then....well....what a great makeup job!  

Freaky, huh? 

Bye bye, Halloween.  Let us brush our teeth and run off the sugar high we have acquired.  Let us hide the candy from daddy in a place only mommy knows so she can sneak in and get almond joys and tootsie rolls when ever she wants protect her family from sugar overload.  We shall return to the realm of fresh fruits and veggies and lean meats.  Oh....and maybe I'll run again.

Maybe.