In the event that you are a (somewhat) regular reader of my humble little blog than you are undoubtedly already aware that I have an incredibly sweet, adorable if not head-bangingly frustrating three-year old son, Jack. And in the duration of his short time here on Earth I’ve experienced pretty interesting situations with this kid, a few of which I’ve blogged about. Like thebathroom cupboard experience, or his refusal to potty train, and most recently his completely unbelievable act of placing a self-removed poopy diaper outside his bedroom door with the expectation that I would dispose of it properly.
And although I am more often than not momentarily shocked by his actions I jump right back into “Mom mode” and do what I gots to do.
But, he’s really stumped me now. Jack has this amazing ability forthrowing cogs into our machine of peaceful living. He asks questions for which I have no answers. He finds problems for which I have no solutions. But this new one? I’m thrown.
Jack refuses to acknowledge that Halloween is over. Absolutely refuses. It’s as if he believes that Halloween is an everlasting holiday, one that began approximately one month ago but now has no ending in sight. It will coexist with other holidays, for sure, because why would one voluntarily give up the opportunities at receiving gifts and candy, but Halloween is here to stay.
So, why is this a problem you might ask? Why not just indulge the sweet little fantasies of an innocent little toddler? Well, I’ll tell you. Because Jack gets livid if you try to take Halloween decorations down. He keeps stealing out to the garage and bringing back in pumpkins and witches and ghosts which have been put away. On any given day, I will find Halloween paraphenalia scattered halphazardly around the house.
He won’t let me get rid of this decor catalog. He peruses through it on almost a daily basis.
He’s angry that there are no Halloween television shows on anymore. He continually asks me to watch a “Hoween” one. I say, “Jack, Halloween’s over. There are no shows.”
He always answers, “Nope. No. Hoween’s not ov-ah. Not yet. Can you get me a show? Wif pumpkins.” And we go round and round.
Forget about shopping. He spends the entire trip asking me, “Where’s all da stuff?”
“What stuff, Jack?” As if I didn’t know.
“All da How-een stuffs. Where dey put it?” He looks around the store, seemingly appalled at the placement of twinkle lights where there used to be skeleton heads.
“Halloween is over, Jack.” Round and round.
So, in keeping with the whole “Harvest” theme we’ve been able to meld Halloween in with Thanksgiving. It’ s working out. So far. But, what about Christmas? How am I going to pull off setting out the scary pumpkins with my Nativity scene? How about the spooky ghosts? Can they hang with the Nutcrackers?
One thing is for certain.Holidays are definitely going to be interesting in this suburban household. Jack will make sure of that.
Love to all, Mindy