Do you remember the Thanksgiving episode of Friends where Monica decides that she does not want cook and Phoebe uses reverse psychology to convince her to do it?
"That's okay, Monica. Last year wasn't so great. I think she is losing her touch."
"What! That's not true! Thanksgiving is on!"
"Monica, you will be in competition with yourself."
"That's my favorite kind!"
This was went through my head when I decided to host my second Kid's Halloween Party. This time I downloaded recipes, decided kick the food up a notch and wear my own costume. God, I can be stupid sometimes.
The decorations were similar to last year. I did jazz up the place with some orange candles. This is a big decorating step for me as I HATE the color orange. However, it was Halloween, so what can you do?
For food I baked chocolate chip cookies and spent entirely too much time decorating cupcakes. The German did his part and made a delicious pumpkin-potato soup. After reading Martha Stewart's Halloween magazine, I attempted Savory Pumpkin Puffs, puff pastry stuffed with cheese, which did NOT look like the picture. Because I was so stressed near the end, there are no pictures of the soup and puff pastry, but you can take my word for it, they were delicious!
Last year and this year I struggled to figure out activities and games to entertain the kids. They are simply too little to play classics like musical chairs and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. Martha suggested a Pinata. Hm. That could work, I thought. Kids love to pound stuff. I spent two days figuring out how to put that Pinata together. It took the kids 15 minutes to tear it apart. Then they turned on each other with the stick. What is it about the best laid plans . . .
As it was last year, the party was a success; even if it did add a few grey hairs to my head. The fact that I started teaching a brand new English seminar in another town from 9am to 2pm and the party was at 3:30pm might have had something to do with that.
Naturally, Halloween is not complete without a costume. My little frog's smile makes it all worth while.
Postscript: There is no photographic evidence of me in my costume, the Buccaneer Beauty. I put on the costume and was struck with panic. I looked at the German, "Do I look like a pirate?" "Um . . ." "Do I look like a hooker??" "Well, um, . . ." I stuck it out, but made sure that the cameras stayed far away from me!