Halloween is a big BIG deal around these parts.
In early June, I was having conversations
with my big girls about costume ideas and plans.
Lottie knew what she wanted to be this year
as she was settling into bed after trick-or-treating
on Halloween night LAST YEAR!
This year is going to be fantastic, the Nies have some great costumes planned
and no one is more excited than Lottie!
Two weeks ago, when I placed a costume
order at the Halloween store
she's been stalking the UPS trucks like a hawk and
anytime a loud truck rolled by The White House, she (and Angus)
would jump to the front door in hopes it would be her package.
And it came FINALLY came on Friday!
She ripped open the package and ran into the bathroom, where she
tried on her new costume.
Then I heard a scream:
"Mom, I am soooooo excited!"
She waltzed out of the bathroom on a cloud dazzling us.
(It's a little big, but she doesn't know, and she doesn't care!)
And last Friday, Oliver went to his
first day of work at the golf course.
These days he won't smile normally for me in any photos I take, and it
drives me crazy, but I'm not going to bug him about it anymore.
If he wants to look like a goof in every photo
throughout his teenage years, it's his choice.
I still love him so much.
He hopped on his motorcycle and drove just up the street on the backroads
to work. I LOVE that he is so close!
His shift ended at 8:00 after we had all eaten,
so I left his food on the table.
When he got home, I sat across from him and listened to every word
and detail of his first day.
Now three of my five children work.
I'm so proud of each of them (and happy they have their own money
to buy weird face lotions and lipsticks, and motorcycle parts)
but kinda sad at this new stage of life that we're in.
For one thing, it totally interrupts our family dinner hour.
I guess this is what happens when kids grow up.