So up until this year, I have spent the last few (almost remembered) Halloweens, and the weekends preceding, dressed up/at a bar/at a friends house drinking/roaming the streets of Bridgewater. Even last year I was decked out as a red power ranger, drinking Shirley temples at 8 weeks pregnant.
Am I a bit cynical this year because I wont be partaking in any of the festivities? Maybe a bit but on a scale of slut costume to amazing new daughter, I choose the baby. It is my own fault I guess, I could get a baby sitter and go to a bar. I could drop Emma off at my mom's and go to downtown Plymouth but why?
It's no secret that when you're the only one in your group of friends with a baby (oh and a husband who works opposite shifts and no local babysitter), things change. Why would I go out of my way so I can attempt to pretend I'm still pre-baby weight in an uncomfortable costume spending money on drinks while being surrounded by people who talk about each other but then pretend to be friends with each other so they have someone to get drinks with while they're dressed in ridiculous costumes? ::did you follow that?:: It just doesn't make sense to me.
Do I usually love Halloween? Yes. Do I feel like I've outgrown that stage of Halloween? Yes. What stage is that? Oh let's take a trip down memory lane...
...Ahhh the age of drinking from a red cup...
But seriously, that's what my Halloween weekend used to look like and this year, I'm watching Hocus Posuc curled up on the couch with the 4 month old, drinking apple cider and breaking into the Halloween candy. So here's some more pictures of past Halloween's that are a little more slowed down to this years speed...
..our first Halloween together...
And honestly, I'm excited that this is what my Halloween is going to get back to. In the next few years I'll be walking alongside my husband and daughter as we ring door bells and yell Trick or Treat and the Friday night before Halloween will probably be spent in an elementary school gymnasium listening to far too many kids screaming at each other so that Emmalee can hang out with her friends. As of now, Halloween is no longer about us, it's about her, and I love it.
It's 9:15 on the Saturday night before Halloween. My dishes are washed, my laundry is folded, Emma is asleep and I am going to take a nice hot shower and crawl into my warm bed. Have fun wearing your lingerie/costume in this storm and I'll cross my fingers you end up with treats and not tricks.
Just because you now have a baby, doesn't mean you need to hate on the way you spent your past yrs. you don't have to be hypocritical to be maternal. I'm doing the same as you this year- but I don't hate anyone for doing the things id be doing sans baby :)
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