We had Aaron home for a few days last week after the Bay Bridge closed. He works about 50 miles south of here and the closing of the bridge forced tons of traffic to re-route the way he goes to work. So he was working from home Thursday and Friday last week.
It was nice that it worked out because Aaron was able to come to the Halloween party at Olivia's play group. After last year's pumpkin patch debacle with Olivia in tears in a pumpkin suit, we decided this Halloween would be low-key. We bought her a dragon costume a few weeks ago and hung it where she could see it and get used to it. Her reaction was only slightly better than last year.
The play group folks had decorated the room, had a face painter and animal balloon maker and lots of yummy treats. Olivia seemed a bit perplexed by seeing kids she knew in costumes. She hated her dragon costume's hood and began to melt down during the sing-along, so we ended up leaving early.
Apparently it's just not our holiday. On the actual day we gave out candy to the few trick or treaters who came by (some started at 10:30 AM)then took down the door decorations around 8PM to settle in for the night.
Only to be blasted by the fire alarm a few minutes later.
Because we live in a ghetto-ish apartment complex, the fire alarms go off all the time. This was the second time this week. It is shatteringly loud and also sends a vibration through your chest cavity that is really uncomfortable. As you can imagine, you are incented to leave quickly. Usually I stand on the patio with Olivia and Sadie and wait for the fire department to come and shut the alarm off, a process that takes about a half hour.
But it was cold on Halloween night and Olivia was wide awake, what with all the noise and rushing around. Instead we took the whole family to a diner and waited for the hubbub to die down back at our apartment complex. No more tricks please.
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