Last night Gabriela's play group joined another Waldorf-inspired play group for the annual magical Halloween walk. As the sun went down, the children started on a lantern-lit journey through the woods stopping every so often to watch a nursery-rhyme skit, acted out by parents of some of the children. This year, Atticus was the straw-chewing "Mac," otherwise known as Old Mac Donald. He shared his farm with the children then led them in song, through a pig, a horse, and then. . . a monkey (we only had 3 puppets.) At the end he shared a bag of popcorn with each child as a treat. Jude wasn't fooled by Mac though. About half way through the song, Jude started whispering (with a huge grin on his face) to the other children around him, "That's my daddy." The kids saw skits of Jack-be-Nimble, Twinkle, Twinkle little star, Humpty Dumpty, Pop-goes- the-Weasel, 4 and 20 blackbirds, the Muffin Man, Patty-Cake, and the Pancake Lady.
Tonight, the boys dressed up again and joined their friends Christian, Elsa, James and baby Aveline to go trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. This year, we had a very enthusiastic crew. The kids ran from house to house knocking on doors. They needed a little coaching in their "Trick-or-treats," but once they got that, we heard a chorus of vigorous "Trick-or-Treats." Last year, I somehow managed to limit their "treat" intake on Halloween night to an orange given to them by a friend at our last stop and then they forgot all about their candy by the next morning. This year, they eagerly ate candy upon arrival at home and I don't think they are going to forget tomorrow. Given that Jude has been experiencing bipolar sugar overload in the 2 hours since we put him to bed, I may still be hiding their candy anyway.