The discombobulated Halloween
Halloween was rescheduled. I’m a little affronted that my city believes it has the power to reschedule my favorite holiday just because of power losses and giant downed trees, but it was also fitting. My Halloween got wrapped up in a stupid bout of MATERNAL GUILT and general distractionation.
Last year, Mr. Bunny requested a pumpkin costume for Bun Bun, and I carefully and lovingly made it. This year, we dithered and dithered before deciding Bun Bun should be a sheep. She appears to like sheep and has been saying BAAAA! adorably for months, and hey, I can bang out a sheep costume in no time. And then it seemed like Bunlet should be something thematically appropriate, so we dithered and dithered (a ball of yarn? I did a prototype, but it looked more like a corduroy baseball…sigh) but part of me didn’t want his costume to be based on hers because isn’t he an independent entity?!?! so inspiration did not come, until finally time was so short that I was like what the fuck can I make with what I’ve got lying around and two hours?!?! so I decided WOLF. I had a tiny scrap of grey fleece and did what I could, but I could have done so much better if I’d started earlier. And obviously it’s only because my life is easy and luxurious that I have time to make costumes at all, but, you know, blah. And then the MASTITIS got me, and I wasn’t even able to enjoy the trick or treating. (Hey, it’s just as awful as it seemed when reading about it. The inflamed, miserable breast is bad enough, but the body aches and chills are extremely debilitating. Fingers crossed that the antibiotics actually work in a permanent way.)
Anyway, my little wolf and sheep, whom no amount of maternal guilt can make not cute.
At least while I was dithering over what their costumes should be I finally made the giant snake to put in our tree. He’s stuffed with paper. I like him.
Also, for my own records, because I know you’re not interested in these minutiae…
Remember how magic was going to happen and Bun Bun was going to sleep on a floor bed instead of her crib? Well, magic happened. Magic first required me to pressure my husband until he agreed to just fucking do it already instead of waiting for the perfect, distant, vaguely latery time. I was antsy because a) we’re traveling for Thanksgiving and I wanted her to be more flexible about sleeping arrangements before then, and b) I’d been told that there’s sometimes a window where they don’t realize they have the power to depart the bed, and my gut told me it was closing. (The window. My guts are nicely closed and not pustulent.) We started with naps. She cried for about thirty seconds when I put her down, but slept fine, and it did not appear to occur to her that she could leave the bed and tear shit up. A week later we took the crib out of her room and that night I put her down in her BED. I admit to being anxious, and we had a whole ten-point plan for what to do if she cried for hours, or tried to get out of the room, or ran around in the dark bumping into things and hurting herself… But she went down with nary a peep, slept all night, woke up at her usual time, talked to herself until it was time for me to get her, and was still in her bed when I came in. Magic.
The same night, Bunlet moved from the in-bed co-sleeper to the crib, which we placed at the foot of our bed. Even though he’s only a yard or so away, I miss him. But he was overflowing the co-sleeper to the point where it was getting comical.
AND…he’s starting to find his THUMB, my friends. He’s not into pacifiers, and loves to suck, so it will be a real mercy to my pinky fingers when he manages to switch over to his own appendages. He just now put himself back to sleep by finding his thumb, which has allowed me to write this extremely interesting shit!