My Halloween adventures started when a couple students invited me to a haunted house they were performing in. I pictured a small mom-and-pop production full of kids trying to be scary, and I told them I'd be there Friday, Then they said, "You better get tickets fast! They sell out!"
Tickets ahead of time? For a little haunted house? OK.... So I got online and there was ONE LEFT... for $35.00! "Hmmmmm...," I thought. "Maybe this is a bigger haunted house than I thought...." I grabbed the ticket before it disappeared (already a little freaked out about going by myself). Then after purchasing I was informed of a couple little details they failed to mention when they begged me to come: #1, They can TOUCH YOU! That is usually where I draw the line. I don't like people in my personal bubble. THEN I realized I bought the "red level" ticket, which means that not only would I be pawed at, blood and guts were going to be thrown all over me. Let me just quote the website here:
"Think you're brave? SCARE for a CURE is proud to announce Red Level Tickets. Individuals who wish to more actively participate in their haunted adventure are encouraged to consider Red Level tickets. This experience will be more extreme, more physically challenging, more intense, MUCH more messy, and much more fun for adventurous individuals! Please leave your nice clothes at home and come prepared to walk, run, crawl, and get really, really dirty and bloody. Hot tip for Red Level guests: our Gore-Guard Coveralls are a great way to protect your clothes from blood and gore!"
I will be the first to admit I was terrified to go. They sent us through in groups of 6. The other 5 people in my group all came together (a family and another couple they knew), and I made sure to introduce myself right away as the random stranger who would definitely be pawing at them throughout the journey. They were very sweet, called me crazy for being there by myself, and adopted me.
In the end, not only did I survive... I conquered (and it was so fun)!!!!
I didn't walk away without battle scars, though. In the room with my students in it I totally fell somehow when the zombies attacked, and the family who adopted me had to literally drag me out! I was bruised up pretty bad, and came home looking like this:
Like every year, I made my kids' costumes (because I feel like it's my motherly duty, and it has become a fun challenge for me... figuring out how to make their costumes without having to actually sew)! Every year I pray they choose something that isn't impossible for me to figure out. This year Chloe wanted to be Princess Celestia (from My Little Pony):
And Chase wanted to be a Wither (from Minecraft):
I have been super busy lately so I put these costumes off longer than I should have. The night before Halloween I inhaled a quick dinner and then went straight to work. The kids got their jammies on and brushed their teeth and were all ready for bed when I turned around to see our three uncarved pumpkins still sitting on the kitchen counter.
Oops.
So of course we had to carve them! I put them in charge of gutting their own pumpkins while I worked on costumes. Our "project table" was quite the mess....
But the kids had fun with it!
We even managed to get Chloe to put her hand in the gut-filled pumpkin (I couldn't believe it)!
I kept the kids' abreast of my progress as I made the costumes. When I showed Chase one of his main pieces his eyes got really big and he said, "Mom, I love it when you make our costumes. You're like an artist!" Proud mom moment, for sure. I know the day will come when they don't think it's cool anymore to have home-made costumes, so I'm going to enjoy this while I can!
I was so focused on my costume building that I even let them carve the pumpkins themselves (with the tiny "saws," of course... not the steak knives)! Chase helped Chloe, which was very sweet to watch:
Of course they couldn't do it all, so I sent them to bed after they were done designing and I carved what was left. Or at least attempted to. This is what I found when I got to Chloe's pumpkin:
Ah, well. I did what I could!
I finished the kids' costumes after midnight, but I was pretty proud of the way they turned out. They were so excited to wear them the next day when we went trick-or-treating:
They loved them so much they had to wear them the next day, too. Chase took his wither heads wherever we went the next day, and even slept with them:
Chloe informed me that next year for Halloween she wants to be Shamu, and I really hope she changes her mind in the next year because I have no idea how I'm going to pull that one off!
Happy Halloween!
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