This is what Kaitie, Emilee and Riley looked like in 2003:
I just started with that for a frame of reference, for this little Blast from the Past post.
This post is from October 21, 2003...(that is the month I started blogging, so this was one of my first posts.)
Haunted House Packet
Emilee is my seven year old. I thought she was my baby. She was...for six and a half years. She used to complain about it a lot. "I don't want to be the last one. I want to be a big sister. So and so is a big sister..." She never gave up saying it, or praying about it. Her prayers were heard and answered. She got her baby sister a little over a year ago.
So Emilee can be very persistent. Her latest plan...luckily not a baby brother...is to have a Halloween party and a haunted house for her friends. I have been telling her that I didn't think I wanted to go to that much work or expense. She continues telling me her plans. Every day the plan is more detailed. I learned in school that the set up, the "plan" is half the game to a child. Sometimes it doesn't matter if they get to carry a thing through, because the real activity IS the planning. Why can this not apply here? I want it to apply here. I don't think it applies here.
Yesterday my husband and I were eating lunch and Emilee brought us four pages, stapled together. The front page said, "Honted House Packet." There was a pencil taped to the front. The next page was a list of how she would like to decorate, and who she would like to invite. The following page was a list of supplies needed. The final page was a contract: 1. You won't have to do a lot. 2. It won't be a lot of work. 3. It will only be one night. 4. I will do most of it by myself. Sighn here: Yes______ No_______ Maybe_______
We are wimps and signed maybe. I can't believe she is wearing me down. It's that she is so smart about it. She is not whining and begging. I could say no to that in a heart beat. She is thoughtfully planning, and trying to take responsibility. I guess she isn't a baby anymore. And again, I guess I am lucky that she is not asking for a brother. I'd be in huge trouble!
October 26, 2003
A few days ago, I wrote that Emilee was persistently asking to have a Halloween party for her friends. I didn't really want to do it, but she went about the whole thing so well. We decided a little Halloween dinner would be possible.
Emilee and Kaitie each invited four friends. They made the invitations, and we delivered them on Friday. The girls did all the decorating themselves. We had the party last night from 6:00-8:00.
We started with dinner, where the kids had to order off a silly menu. They could choose bone sandwiches, cat claws, etc. They would get to see what they got when it arrived. After dinner, we had a minor spook alley in the hallway. We have a pretty long hall down to Ryan's room. We had a plastic skeleton hanging in his doorway, and Ryan stood behind that with a sheet over his head. The lights were off, and we had just a few glow in the dark pumpkins and ghosts in the hallway. We had a Halloween CD playing kind of a spooky wind sound. I told Ryan to be less scary with the little kids, and more scary with the big kids. It was hilarious. I asked who would dare go down the hallway and touch the skeleton. At first they all wanted to, but as they looked down the hallway, some of the kids wouldn't. It was so cute. Ryan did a great job. He was funny, and not mean. I loved it.
Then Ally had them come and do the "feel the monster eyes, tongue, brain, etc" in bowls in a different part of the hallway. She did a great job also. I didn't know how much she would crack me up as she made up funny things to say to the kids as they touched bowls of grapes, dried apricots, and spaghetti.
The kids had a great time. I was happy when it was over though. My husband came into the kitchen, kissed me, and said, "You are a great mom." "You just like me because I taste like Oreo," I teased. But I felt happy to have carried out Emilee's plan.
Back to 2009, I looked for pictures of that party, and all I could find was this one of some of the kids playing in the backyard while I finished getting the dinner items together. They weren't in costumes or anything...it was just a casual little dinner. When I read back on what Emilee wrote, I wonder how I must have seemed to my kids back then. She had to write, "You won't have to do a lot," in order for me to agree to it? I guess my life was more overwhelming back then, than it is now.
Here is the post I wrote for Halloween that same year:
November 1, 2003
Yesterday Ally (16) went to school as her version of a caveman. I ripped a head hole into a sheet. We cut the bottom of the sheet jagged all the way around. We spray painted spots all over it....in the front yard, late the night before. I told her it looked a bit like a toga. We tied a little knot in the top of her hair. She said one of her teachers called her a dirty Roman, so I guess it did look a little like a toga. She had a great time all day. She went to a friend's house for a party and a sleepover.
At 5:00, I took Kaitie (as a witch), Emilee (Pocahontas), and Riley (Minnie Mouse) to see my parents. My sister and her little Power Ranger and pumpkin came along. My dad has an outdoor bench swing in the front yard. I took a picture of him pushing all these characters on that swing.
Next, we took the kids to see Ally at the home of her friend. Even though they were preparing for a teenage party, Ally wanted to see the girls all dressed up. They had a stuffed scary looking guy sitting in the chair in their yard and we decided to take a picture of everyone next to him. As we were getting everyone arranged, Emilee accidentally knocked the head off. Riley screamed her head off. I can't believe I let my poor baby be so traumatized...
After the visits, we went to the church for Trunk or Treat. We had dinner, and then the children went trick or treating to every car in the parking lot. Riley stayed with me to pass out candy while Kaitie and Emilee went with their friends through the lot. Riley put candy in the bags as the kids came by. She loved it! She put candy into each bag, and said, "Thank you." Adorable.
Last, we went to see my Grandma. She can't get out much anymore. My aunt and uncle who are staying with her right now aren't kids anymore themselves. It probably won't be long until they are great grandparents. Uncle J was telling me how Halloween used to be. He said they had to sing a song or tell a joke to get the candy. He said if they didn't do a good job, they wouldn't get anything. That is where the tricks came in! If they didn't get candy, they would write on the window with soap or something. Good stories. I hope my stories sound good to someone someday.
One Year Later . . .
1 week ago