Our Sisters had the idea of being the Frozen Sisters for Halloween the first time they watched the movie, back in the summer sometime. They are obviously not the only ones to be struck by this particular inspiration, but they were so excited about it (mainly about Mister filling the role of Olaf) that even though I prefer not to get characters involved in Halloween, I couldn't say no. Plus, then they got their Nana involved, and after that it was just out of my hands, guys.
And into her very talented ones. My mom whipped up all three costumes from nothing in a couple of weeks! Complete with capes, appliquéd flowers, and embroidered snowflakes. So, while their theme may not have been unique, their costumes certainly were.
Thanks Nana! Now. When it comes to those characters, my Sisters faced an existential dilemma that had them debating for weeks. Who is which sister??? On the one hand, they reasoned, Little One is the eldest, so She should be Elsa, and Missy Anna. BUT then again! Missy has the blonde Elsa hair (an all-important aspect of Disney identity, you know), and Little One has Anna hair.
Problems.
Almighty Nana solved this crisis for us, by sizing the dresses such that both Sisters could fit into either. And they worked out amongst themselves how to trade off.
Little One got to be Elsa for Her school parade and party.
Miss and Mister came to cheer Her on, and got to join in the class party as well.
Little One's favorite part of it all was getting to have Her sister sit next to Her at Her desk.
They had snacks, played bingo, and helped me lead the class in some crafts, which was a lot of fun.
Another parent had brought candy corn for the bingo game, and had tried three stores to find a version (which I did not know existed) that was allergy safe for Little One. When the mom told Her, Her face lit up like fireworks, and Her teacher exclaimed, "it's a Halloween Miracle!"
Little One also played Elsa at a Halloween party, and this time Missy dressed up too.
Little Olaf stayed home to nap, but the Royal Sisters had a ton of fun, especially after the party, when they discovered a huge leaf pile. Lots of kids got involved. And ok. So did I. Who could help jumping in a leaf pile on a perfect autumn day?! We came home bedraggled, but it was worth it.
When it was time for the costume parade at pre-school, Little Miss chose to be Elsa.
She must have been pretty in-tune with those ice powers, because it was a very chilly parade. Luckily, Olaf was toasty in that snowsuit, Little One huddled in Her cloak, and Elsa was so proud to be showing off Her own school event, that the cold never bothered Her anyway.
In the deal brokered between Sisters, Missy also got to wear blue for the Halloween-day party and actual trick-or-treating. Our neighborhood has this strange cosmic phenomenon of providing residence to quite a few sets of sisters the exact age of Little One and Miss. So we got some of the pairs together to run wild and dress up together before the party. The giggles could be heard for miles, I am sure.
Mister courageously survived as the sole representative of His gender.
Then we all struck out for tricks and treats. J joined us, even though He was coming off a 30 hour shift. Actually it worked out for him; he was a totally believable zombie.
We walked to a neighborhood famed for it's Halloween spirit. The police even close off the street, knowing that scores of tiny costumed monsters come to beg for candy and ogle the amazing decorations.
It was a little busy, but a lot of fun. Everyone was in an excited spirit, we ran into lots of friends, and the setting was really cool. One house had transformed itself into a diorama from Harry Potter, one was a haunted castle, there were graveyards, haunted houses, and yards full of costumed actors.
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| Pirate tales and treasures |
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| A "produce stand" on the street filled with dragons tails, newts eyes, and the like |
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| Grumpy trolls |
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| 20 foot ghouls behind me! |
Someone, somehow, had even gone into the storm drain under the street and set up an entire ghoulish scene, with lights and music, for kids to peek down and exclaim over. There were fog machines, lights, music, and of course, candy. Our gaggle of girls had a blast. Olaf took it all in from the cozy stroller with eyes that were as wide as saucers. Until they fell asleep.
Not long after that, we walked back towards home. Zombie J and Olaf called it a night, and the Princesses and I trick-or-treated around our own neighborhood before heading home to divide the candy.
This year we bought allergy-safe candy to hand out, and let Little One trade in Her chocolate for treats from our dish. It was like a magic trick for me- we started with this extra pile of lollipops and such, and by morning had a whole bowl of chocolate. Another Halloween miracle!
You know. Halloween has never been my favorite holiday. The macabre element of it is so far from my thing, it belongs in the netherworld from which it supposedly comes. I don't like teaching my kids its ok to take candy from strangers, and I don't like them to consume loads of refined, artificially flavored sugar.
But this year, I think I made friends with the holiday. As we travelled door to door, greeting neighbors we knew and meeting some we didn't, I saw a different side of this tradition. I guess it's not really about taking candy from strangers; it's about this one night in a year when our culture breaks down the barriers that make us strangers. Door after door opened in the dark to give warm words and token treats to my little kids. At door after door, my Littles met smiling faces, smiled back, and practiced their please-and-thank-yous.
Looking down the street and seeing a line of porch lights and flickering pumpkins, watching the doors open and the children walking in and out, weaving the porches together with their steps, it felt less like a row of self-contained homes, and more like a community.
It's always a treat to watch your children lose themselves to the magic of innocent fun. But for me to really appreciate the tradition of this holiday, seeing the sweetness beyond the candy, was the trick.
For Independence Day, we celebrated with all the standard stuff. Picnics, bounce castles, popsicles. Construction paper flags, big band music, and glow sticks.
Documentary videos and books about the history of the declaration of independence, of America, and fireworks. And of course, fireworks. 
I think this might be the first year Little Miss has stayed awake long enough to see any. Since last year we were all sleeping by the time the sky lit up, it was also Little Mister's first encounter. 
He was amazed. At first, He jumped and held onto me like we might all be about to blow up, and looked at me like, "whatintheholyheckmom!" But when He saw that I wasn't in a panic, He settled in to watch (from the safety of my lap). 
He kept pointing up at the display and saying, "Color! Color-color! Color! Nice." 
