Day 2

And I'm still in the game - whoo hoo!

Do you know how long it took me to figure out how to get rid of the yellow highlighted text from yesterday's post? I don't know where it came from but it kept appearing in my published version ... ahhh, I nearly gave up on this blog thing for real! (In honor of Sophie I think I might try to sneak in "for real" in each day's post).

Speaking of which, I guess some people forget what it's like to be, or to have, a 3 year old ... or they are just complete arses! We dressed the girls up for Halloween (no different from last year really ... pink princesses ... their choice again) and did the whole trick or treat thing. Sophie kept saying "that boy is not a shark for real" and "that lady is not a monster for real". Anyhow ...

... there was one extremely haunted house on route - the owners had gone all out and had made their garage into a terrifying haunted house. Great for the older kids and appreciative adults (it really was cool) and half of our group ventured inside and half waited outside. Kara and Sophie, of course, were with their mummy outside (no way I was going in!). Anyhow, one man out the front (the owner maybe?) had a particularly horrid mask on and decided that he would silently kneel down right behind Sophie ... literally in her face if she would have turned around ... and seriously waited there to scare her. And of course, she turned around, and simply FREAKED.

If you have never heard Sophie shriek, squeal or scream ... well let's just say "it's for real". She will indeed break glass one day. Oh did she scream. I only hope that guy got out of it what he wanted because he was a complete arse and deserves evil to ascend his house for the coming year - seriously, terrifying the wits out of a 3 year old??? Not the dozen or so much older kids standing around, just the obviously youngest child there? If I wasn't so busy trying my hardest to calm an absolutely screaming, sobbing little Sophie I would have maimed that guy FOR REAL.
Luckily we had already filled her basket as that was the end for poor Soph. The whole way home she kept sobbing "the bad monster is going to get me and eat me for real". Sophie, who is actually proud of the monsters she keeps under her bed, was hysterical and truly frightened. I can't believe we actually got her off to sleep.

Daddy is her now her absolute hero ... I told her that Daddy stomped all the way to the bad monster man's house and shoved a carved pumpkin on his head so he couldn't see and kept bumping into things ... that made one little girl very giggly and very happy indeed. (And it wouldn't have been too far from the truth had I actually told Lance at the time!!).

OK ... photos tomorrow!