Our Halloween started with Boo at the Zoo on October 18th. I managed to finish Bea’s special outfit in time for this but had to send Bill and Sam to Target to look for a toddler costume. I wasn’t terribly impressed when all they came back with was a skull print hoodie and black trousers.
In retrospect though I guess I should be happy as this made me more determined to construct Sam a proper costume for our next Halloween event later that week. Of course, I didn’t manage to find time to make myself a costume for Boo at the Zoo either so begrudgingly had to dredge up plan B and recycle my Wild Thing costume from last year.
So Bea got dressed up as a tentacled cthulu alien, I donned my hairy feet and claws and with Sam garbed in his hoodie we headed to the zoo to meet Tricia and Kelley, and their son Connor. Despite the odds we actually got there on time but I wasn’t expecting such huge queues and our friends were already in line. We joined the end of the throng and as we turned a corner I could just spy the big ears and red spotty dress of Minnie Mouse Tricia ahead. Sadly that was all we saw of her that night though as although we made many mobile calls to try to meet once we were inside the zoo we never quite connected.
We filed through the trick or treat stations with Halloween festivity in full swing. Sam took a little while to warm up to collecting his candy from each booth but definitely quickly cottoned on to eating all the sweets he could lay his hands on.
Inside Boo Zoo Town Sam had a grand time. He enjoyed chasing a spider light projection around the autumnal decorated pavillion and jumping on it whenever he could. He then took to the disco floor with Bill and a hula hoop and had a little boogie under the darting lights.
I sat with Bea and soaked up the many passing compliments coming for her outfit while watching Sam so engrossed in playing with the toys in the toddler area that he didn’t notice when his trousers fell down and were gathered around his ankles. Eventually we had to drag him away from the loud music, flashing lights and busy play space with promises of a ride on the Halloween train with Daddy. All in all it was a very good evening to kick start the Halloween spirit.
It was then all systems go as I plunged into making Sam his desired costume ready for 22 Scared at Daddy’s office that coming Wednesday. We’d had a conversation about what Sam wanted to be for Halloween and I’d offered up many suggestions which all got pooh poohed by my boy. Finally after some consideration he had declared that he wanted to be a rocket ship. So, with that as my goal I feverishly set to work, hoping that my creation wouldn’t end up looking more like a tin man than a speedy space voyager.
I made him a pair of black cord trousers with the ribs running horizontally so they hinted of hosing or duct work, then crafted some shiny silver rocket boosters from the knee down. After collaborating with Bill for the design of the body (he was firm that he didn’t want Sam to appear to be wearing a dress!) I then decided to make a simple long line silver t-shirt with rocket fins and a pointy nose cone hat. As a finishing touch I added a photograph of Daddy piloting the craft in the porthole window. I was still finishing it off between Bea feeds hours before blast off, but when Sam woke up from his nap and was ready to get dressed I could proudly say mission accomplished.
Of course, Sam refused to wear his hat, even for a few seconds so I could take his photograph.
Trick or treating at Bill’s office confused Sam greatly. I’d told him that we were getting dressed up to go see Daddy, so when we arrived and were confronted with cobwebs, witches and spiders he didn’t really know what to make of it. We tried to visit a few ghouls but I ended up bypassing the candy trail and we went in search of my pumpkin carving husband who was wielding his knife in a corner. Sam then got his confidence back and was ever so cute running around the office being a little rocket ship chasing helium balloons.
He also amazed everyone by being the only child to snub all the cake and sugary goods on the buffet table, and be nonplussed by the trick or treat candy. Instead he insisted on happily munching on a bowl of shiny red apples.
Intrepid Rocket Ship Sam saw some people playing Pop A Shot and decided he wanted to play too. He got himself some chairs, dragged them over, climbed up and intently threw balls at the hoop with everyone else. He had a fun time and when it came time to leave I had to buckle him into the stroller and wheel him out.
Back at home he hadn’t quite had enough of being a little rocket ship and charged around the front yard. Rounding him up to go inside was quite impossible until he had gone fishing for acorns with a twig, run me around in circles, climbed a log pile, hunted for bugs in said logs and posed for some photos. “Photo! Mummy Cheeeeeeese!”