This is not my favorite holiday. Not because it is evil or of the devil or anything like that.
It's because it wears me out. Plain and simple.
I know those of you with your adorable 2.5 chil'rens get them all dolled up with their goodie bags, you take lots of pictures and then you hit all the rich and/or white neighborhoods for candy. Eh.
In truth, my kids just started dressing up about two years ago. Again, not because we didn't believe in celebrating Halloween, just because it took too much out of me to get all their costumes together. And it was too expensive.
So this is how Halloween goes down in the Cortes household. You get to be whatever you want. Grandma-mama had generously supplied us with a huge bag of costumes so they were able to go through them and decide if they wanted to be a pirate (played out), a ninja, a Power Ranger (last year Diego wore this and his brothers laughed at him because you could see his "bulge"), a tiger, Superman (complete with built-in six pack), Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, a Bionicle, a bumblebee, a 70's girl, a Hello Kitty Princess and an indian. So what did the chil'rens choose to dress up as?
One of the Furies from The Warriors.
A headless hockey player...don't ask me, I have no idea how he came up with that.
Diego said he wanted to be a biker so he could get all the hot chicks...but to me he looks like a 70's porn star!
The only one I could force to wear one of Grandma's costumes...Miss Maya as a Hello Kitty princess. She was ecstatic about wearing makeup.
Where were the rest of my kids? Xixi wasn't feeling well and Cyan, well, Cyan didn't want to get dressed up so he went wearing his usual stee-lo. Airbrushed t-shirt, baggy jeans, and trucker cap off to the side. What can I say? They have a mind of their own.
I am glad this day is over.