Well, this was the year she actually got it. I mean, really got it.  Totally comprehended the whole free candy part.

The entire night has been a battle of wills between us.  The Candy Witch costume ended up being the perfect costume, because she really became the Candy Witch.  Perhaps witches can survive on Kit Kats and Peanut Butter Cups, but little girls need more substantial food. 

Every two seconds, she gave me the sad pathetic face with, “I hungry mommy! Please? I so hungry.”

When given the choices of cereal, a banana, yogurt or mac & cheese… her answer was “more choc-late” every time.

Behold The Candy Witch:

Although I have to admit, in some ways she was great.  For example, at one point she pulled out a package of M&M’s from her pumpkin, but promptly put them back stating, “I can’t have those. I choke.”

And without any prompting at all, she told me, “I share with you Mommy!” 

Naturally I took her up on the offer.  Most of the “choke” candy is already gone.  It wouldn’t be responsible of me to leave such hazards lying around.

Hope your Halloween was fun and you got lots of good candy.

Note to Mom:  Hi Mom! If you click on the photo above, it will take you to all the other pictures we took.

(My mom is finally on-line and now reading my blog. I am sure you have all been wondering why I haven’t been cursing so much. You probably thought it had to do with the BlogHer Ads, but no.  It’s the mom factor.)

It was a weekend of getting things done.  Knocking things off the the good old “To-do” list.  Among the accomplishments were:

• Organizing the closets and swapping out the tank tops for the sweaters
• Taking out the screens, putting in the storm windows
• Bleeding the radiators
• Cleaning out the ancient heater (that we pray lasts another year)
• Packing the beach chairs and toys away in the back cellar
• Washing all the blankets and throws
• Purchasing a much needed new duvet cover

Need I tell you how depressed I am? Preparing for the dreaded winter does not lift my spirits one bit.

Seven months till spring.

I can do this. I’ve done it for forty one years. 

I know I can. I know I can. I know I can…

First off, thank you all for helping me resolve my Halloween dilemma. As it turns out, time and fate also played a part in this decision. Due to popular demand, I went with the Deedee Doodlebop. However, due to my superior procrastination skills, those costumes were all sold out, nor could I get one delivered in time.

Oh well.

So, considering the Doodlepob was a big fat Doodleflop, I went with the original Little Red Riding Hood idea. But once again, I was thwarted by fate. Turns out that finding a stuffed wolf for the purpose of beheading is easier said than done. And once again, thanks to my superior disorganization skills, I was unable to find a likely victim.

Oh well.

So, in the end I took Sparta’s advice and we went to the costume store to let Piper pick out what she wanted to be. We collected all the costumes we could find in her size (the ones that were not vomit inducing) and let her pick. However, once again, due to my superior distraction skills, my husband ended up being the one to present the list to her. So he read her the costumes straight from the package descriptions.

“Do you want to be…. Let’s see… Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz?, The Cute Witch?, Little Red Riding Hood?, A Candy Witch?, A Rocking 50’s Girl?, or An Adorable Pirate?”

Um gee. Tough one Dad. So many choices. But do you really think the two year old heard anything beyond the word “Candy”?

CANDY WITCH! CANDY WITCH! CANDY WITCH!

I keep telling myself it’s not that bad, right? So what if she’s going to be a typical adorable witch, right? She is cute, after all.

In the meantime, I am trying to find a dead cat or something equally gruesome to spice up the costume. One would think a rubber dead cat would be easy to find around Halloween. Not so, my friends. Not so.