What a week. A non-stop party around here. First it was my birthday, which many of you know if you've made it to your thirties and have children, doesn't really matter anymore. Hence, I have no photos. And that's just fine with me--the no pictures AND the not mattering part. This was my last one in my thirties, so for those of you who might want to plan a big bash for me next year, just note that fact somewhere in your 2010 planner. "Jacey's big 4-O." I'll be over here holding my birthday breath.
I let my oldest stage a halloween party for some of her friends in our spooky basement this week. It's spooky because it's unfinished--cement floors, 2x4's for walls, that sorta thing. We did it up right (no pictures of this, either--I'm so lame). Lights hanging from the ceiling, black streamers, yadda yadda yadda. I spent my birthday night doing the decorating. See above note about birthdays not mattering in your thirties.
Last night, of course, was the big night. Trick or treating and buttloads of candy. When I say buttload, I mean BUTT-load, because when I eat it, that's exactly where it ends up. Of course, my kids all looked cute and fab in their costumes, but I'm gonna have to say that my costume really was the bomb. I made quite the wicked Cruella de Vil. I know a few of you will have some commentary on the appropriateness of my costume choice.
We also took a trip out to "the Red Barn" where they do hayrides out to their pumpkin patch. Small problem: it was an unexpected 35 degrees and overcast and even snowing a little. I don't do hayrides under those conditions. I still consider myself an Arizona transplant. Baby steps. So I bought the kids ice cream cones instead. That seemed to make up for the whole hayride thing.