The Weyrauch Nest

This year I got to experience Halloween for what it truly is: EVIL. Yes, Halloween is about ghouls, goblins, and ghosts...but Halloween is, in fact, a purely evil day. I don't know who, but long ago, some person (probably a bitter parent of somekind), was sitting around and thought to themselves: "I'm going to devise a holiday in which we take children....and give them heaping amounts of sugar and candy as close to their bedtimes as possible....and then send them home with their parents to try and put them to bed!!! Wwwhhhahahahahaaaaa!" And there it began. Some sort of parental payback. This was Sophie's first "real" Halloween (as last year she was barely walking and couldn't care less about candy and didn't even realize she was dressed up in a costume), so as you can imagine she was excited as ever to get to dress up and go trick-or-treating. After getting myself and two children ready for trick-or-treating, everyone was all smiles. Sophie was happy. Excited. Anticipating the fun night ahead of her. Here is a picture of before what I will call the "Candy Meltdown".

Isn't Sophie so sweet?? She has by far the cutest smile, and I have to say, she is the cutest duckling I have ever seen. Notice the empty candy bucket. This is how I wish the bucket would have remained: empty.

Now, here's a picture of Sophie at Grandpa's house. This is after two blocks of trick-or-treating and about ten pieces of candy. You can see her pupils are slightly dialated and her smile has uncontrollably grown. The "Candy Meltdown" is about to begin.

Shorty after we arrive home from Grandpa's house, Sophie was on a sugar high. It was cute at first...Sophie running around the house in her duckling costume....but then it got ugly. The running turned into a full-out sprint. Then the sprint turned into a run/hop/skip combo with the occasional 360 whirlly jump. I knew it was about to get bad. At the simple mention of bed time Sophie lost it. Lost. It. Jittery, Sophie tried running away from me up the stairs. Unable to reach her in time, she lost her footing and fell face first down the first couple of stairs. This didn't stop her. With a red cheek/forehead, Sophie's crying turned into ear-piercing shrieks, and Sophie's melt down intensified. Let's just say we started trying to put Sophie to bed at 8:30pm, and she wasn't quiet in her room until midnight. And then she came galloping into our room at 3 in the morning with a nearly broken finger, five shirts on, three pairs of pants, and the cat had a chunk of missing fur. I will never again celebrate Halloween with candy. It's going to be pencils coming from our house from now on, and any candy she gets from trick-or-treating is getting locked away and only coming out for special occassions....as far away from bed time as possible.

Period.

Oh...and check out this cute picture of Sam. Happy Halloween!