Do you hear that? That Darth-like breathing? Yes! That's me...breathing a sigh of relief that we pulled off a spectacular Halloween party once again. There is an old saying, "It takes a village to scare 17 children senseless" and our party is proof of that. So, I want to thank my own little village for all the work they put into the party because there is no way I could have done it without them. Raquel, Kristin S., Kristen B. and Luisa spent Friday afternoon cleaning out the garage and transforming it into this:
Susan, Maya, Sara and Kristen B. came over early Saturday morning to help us transform the basement into this:
Kristen B. gets extra credit because, in between party tasks, she had to run to Walgreen's for Tamiflu twice as first one member of her family fell victim to H1N1 and then another.
Thanks to everyone who decorated and thanks to...
- Brian and Peggy for shepherding children through the house
- Raquel who played the Zombie Werewolf
- Sara, the best Igor ever
- Maya (the dungeon dwelling witch) who also sews amazing bats
- Kristin S. who was our Ghastly Ghost
- Susan who frightened the children with her original stories
- Kristen B. who spent the afternoon in a coffin
- Kris for building the amazing coffin in the first place
Raquel and Susan pulled double duty as our childcare providers and party helpers. They took our kids Friday night and kept them until the party Saturday afternoon and took turns helping out at the house. You guys are the best. I owe Raquel and Susan big time. If they hadn't taken our children Friday night and kept them until Saturday afternoon, we wouldn't have been able to put this all together.
Lastly, I want to thank Luisa who is instrumental in bringing my grandiose visions to life. Plus, she had to put up with my intermittent screams about HORRIBLE MONKEY DEATHS! I'm looking into getting her sainted. I think she needs one more miracle or I need to see her face in a piece of toast or something. I'll keep you posted.
I'm probably forgetting people. Now, I know why people ramble when they accept their Oscars. The music is starting - they want me off the stage. If I forgot you, know that I love you and appreciate you. I'm just a zombie canary right now.
Whew. I'm tired. I'd like to take the month off...damn you NaBloPoMo!