Hero Husband was gone on his elk hunting trip when Miss Thing's birthday was approaching so we opted to schedule her birthday party when we knew he would be back. I asked her if she wanted to have a Halloween party holding out hope that she would bite and score one for team Mom she did.
Then she got the flu and we had to cancel the party.
Then I got the flu from Miss Thing and we wondered if our house would still be a petri dish for the redo date.
Last year I lamented the annual struggle to work my family into a cohesive costume theme. For the record I had no success last year (princess, 2 soldiers and a kung fu girl do not a family costume make) but this year as I prepared my arguments, exhibits and documentation of prior Halloween fun in family costume the kids surprised me.
"Mom, I want to be an indian" Super Son announced. I began strategizing for what I could tempt Miss Thing with because of her recent obsession with Snow White when she declared that she wanted to be a cowgirl.
Choirs of heavenly angels began to sing and i barely restrained myself from dancing. This was something I could work with.
Hero Husband opted for an old west sheriff and I went for the saloon girl.