I love a costume that comes from the closet with the bare minimum of investment. When it comes together as cute as this year's, it's a real score. Mama cat and her kitten were really happy about the way it turned out.
Two weeks before the holiday, Maryn had a call from her best friend asking her if she could trick or treat at her house. Wham! I was caught off guard with that one, and the question hit me like a punch in the stomach. I knew it would happen someday, but this was only her third Halloween after all. How could our little girl be ready to go trick or treating with someone else? I thought about all the neighbors who welcomed her home along with us, knowing they'd want to see her, too. I told her she could go, but when she hung up the phone I gave her a sad mom, frowny face and asked "How come you're growing up so fast?" I love it when she looks at me and says, "Mom, I'm ten now." Then with all her worldliness and maturity she says, "It's okay, mom, I won't go. I'll stay here with you." So I acquiesce, swallow my disappointment, lose the frown and tell her I want her to go, but only because that's what I should do. Giving roots AND wings, right? In the end a little compromise was the best option - one hour of trick or treating at her friend's house and one hour in our neighborhood. She was happy, her friend was happy, we were happy, and I know the neighbors were happy because I heard them say it. After her friend went home, Maryn and I went out together hitting the last few houses we could squeeze in before the night officially ended. My growing up fast girl and I walked hand in hand carrying a bulging bag of candy. Our best Meowloween ever.
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