Dyleva knew what they wanted to be for Halloween in July. Eva was so excited! She wanted to be Belle. And so she asked Dylan, "Hey Dylan, do you want to be the Beast? You should be the Beast Dylan! You would make a great Beast!"
"Ok." Dylan replied nonchalantly, as if he was agreeing to chicken for dinner.
And so it began.
You would think having four months to prepare for the big day, that it would go flawlessly.
Well, thank goodness we had the Halloween party here last week, because it gave Eva's gown an opportunity to fall to pieces. (Rather than in school in front of her classmates.)
I tried to repair it, got frustrated, and then called every Party City in WNY.
It appears there are no costumes a week out from Halloween. Probably because all the good parents already had their children's costumes ready to go, and did not wait until last minute.
So it looks like I had to fix the gown. Jeff and my mother both suggested gluing it, which I laughed at. But, it actually helped a lot! I also re-sewed all the frayed rayon at every seam, and raised the gown about six inches. It took me all week! Stupid dress.
It made it through the big day, and now we can burn it.
As for Dylan, his costume was more work initially, but lasted much longer- from paper mache horns to creating a tail. He was one cute, ferocious beast!
Both ninos had parades and parties at their schools. Later that night we went to Tia Rhonda's house to trick or treat with our cousins. The rain didn't stop the collection of candy, but the long day of partying, may have been the reason it ended by 6:30!
Every night I lay next to Dylan, and we say our rezas. He always wants to include his classmates. This is usually an opportunity for me to find out how things are going in his class.
"Mommy, Jack is not nice. He knocks my blocks down in the center. I don't go to that center now."
Dylan speaks slowly and still slightly delayed as he processes, so it takes him a while to express a thought.
"Dylan, I'm sorry. That's sad. If he keeps knocking friend's blocks down, no one will want to play with him. We should say an extra reza for him. It sounds like he needs it."
"And Mia says 'Go away now, go away now, go away now.' "
(My heart is breaking at this point that some little monster is being nasty to my baby...)
"So Mommy I gave her my special rock. And then she was happy and wanted to play with me."
(Awww...)
"But I still like Riley and Paige are my favorites."
That's my boy.
I picked Dylan up from school, and he came running up to me, super-excited!
"Mommy! Look at my rock!"
I looked down to see a small stone, olive green in color that matched Dylan's coat. It was remarkably insignificant.
"Wow Dylan! Where did you find that beautiful rock?"
"At the park, Mommy!"
Now...never mind the fact that we brought hundreds of rocks home from the beach and made a beautiful rock garden, this rock really resonated with Dylan.
He held it in his hand while he watched his programas.
He slept with it all night. At one point, he woke up crying because it wasn't in his hand anymore.
We began tucking it under a peluche while he was sleeping. The rock fit right under a stuffed dog's shirt.
"I love my rock Mommy."
I asked Dylan why this rock was so special to him, and he said it was because he found it at his school, on the playground.
I went upstairs earlier to check on Eva during her "naptime."
I came up to an explosion of dollhouse furniture, littering the floor.
"What is going on?"
"Mommy, they're moving out of their house into a new one and the girls have to move all of the new furniture into the new place. We were going to have a garage sale but then we just decided to do this. Do you want to play? Do you want to watch if the princesses put the furniture in the right place?"
"Sure, Eva."
One by one, she starts placing all of the oddly grouped furniture back into the house.
"Ert." (My buzzer sound.)
"What Mommy?"
"She doesn't like the chair in that room."
"Well that's where it goes." Eva persisted.
"Well, I disagree. It looks better in that room, and look you have two lamps on that table. Who needs two lamps at the same time?"
Eva gave me a look, but moved the lamps. Usually, when she invites you to play with her, what she really means is, will you sit and watch me play? Rarely are my ideas welcomed.
"Listen, Cinderella really needs to use the potty...you better get moving." I watched as she redesigned her dollhouse with furniture in new locations. Just in time for the Princess potty.
