Saturday, October 31, 2015

Halloween 2015

I love Halloween. What's more fun than dressing up and getting candy? And maybe for a few years between trick or treating as a kid and taking your own kids trick or treating, there are a few great parties.

Two years ago I told you that I believe Halloween costumes should be made and not bought. I still believe it. Back in AUGUST I told H. what L's Halloween costume would be, and went about putting it together. Then comes early October, and I guess L's daycare has been telling him about Halloween, because he informs us of his desire to be something of his own choosing. Something I'm not about to make, and resort to purchasing. There goes my rule about Halloween!

So, we had two Halloweens. Last weekend there was a neighborhood Halloween at the local rec center, where he debuted his mama-chosen costume - say hello to Marty McFly:

Positively dreamy! He wasn't too sure about the puffy vest, so it did take a little coaxing.

Then, flash forward to today - Halloween, and his chosen costume: a monkey!

He LOVED this costume, and has been wearing it for the better part of the last three days. We went trick or treating, and he loved that too - always remembering to say "trick or treat" and always forgetting to say "thank you".

The weird thing about our neighborhood (or, one of the weird things) is that kids don't trick or treat so much at the homes, as they do at the stores. So, we actually went over to the neighboring 'hood. This was my first time trick or treating in New York, and I found it very strange. Where I grew up, you put out your lit jack-o-lantern to indicate that you were handing out candy - that doesn't seem to be the case here - or maybe anymore. It should be the rule! It's impossible to tell who is handing out candy, except by the crowds of kids at some houses.

Finally, we carved three pumpkins of our own (though we didn't hand out candy or put the pumpkins outside at all). We were just having fun.

And so ends another Halloween! Bring on Christmas!

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

MCM Menagerie

We are on day 3 of some kind of toddler plague. L. is a wreck - fever, runny nose, he can't sleep, and he's clinging on to me all day. As long as this goes on, and I'm home from work, expect blog posts.

While L. is watching hours of Caillou, I surf the internet. I'm already thinking about Christmas - for my loved ones! Not me, I swear (though my wishlist is always up to date). But, it's always easier for me to find Christmas presents for myself, and yesterday I bookmarked a small menagerie of mid century creatures that I'd love to welcome into my zoo.

1. Arabia Finland polar bear pitcher

via OnWinstonLane / Etsy
I've admired this polar bear before, but he's so cute that I'm sure you don't mind a repeat.
2. Lisa Larson ceramic cat

via mascarajones / Etsy
Cat lady? You know it.
3. Aldo Londi Penguin

via Oshawa66collective / Etsy
I love the yellow belly!
4. Laurids Lonborg teak hedgehog toothpick holder

via VintageModernandMore / Etsy
Adorable, if you have need for something that holds ten toothpicks. Do people keep/serve toothpicks?
5. Fantail hen by Strawberry Hill Werkshop

via ModernSquirrel / Etsy
Simple and wide-eyed!

All of these are far out of my price range, and I'm trying to cut down on the tchotckes around here - but they sure are cute.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Spooky Halloween Tale

A couple weeks ago, we rented a car and drove to Gettysburg, PA for a weekend. H. is interested in  Civil War history, so for his birthday I booked us a historic farmhouse stay in Gettysburg via Airbnb.

When I booked this place, I was looking for a historic, beautiful, inexpensive place to stay. I'm drawn to old houses, so this one was perfect. What I somehow didn't realize (or it wasn't mentioned in the Airbnb listing), was that this place was allegedly haunted.

This is the second time I've done this - accidentally booked a haunted house. The first time was in Savannah, where L. may or may not have seen a ghost in the night.

Turns out I'm drawn to haunted houses. Maybe the ghosts are drawing me in?

Anyway. A couple of days before our trip, the Airbnb host called us to say that she had accidentally double booked the house - not with overnight visitors, but us and a psychic medium coming to do a ghost investigation. Did I mind? They may be there a few hours. No, I don't mind, I said! Sounds cool, I lied.

I started Googling our lodgings, only to discover that it isn't just a little bit haunted - it is a lot of haunted. I'm actually not going to link to the listing, or the website devoted to how haunted this place is. Overall, it was a lovely host, a lovely house, beautiful, historic location, and I don't want anyone to be deterred by the ghosts that kept me up all night.

The good news is that by all accounts, the multiple ghosts that live (is that the right word?) in the house are all friendly. So, no bad/mean/menacing ghosts.  But, are friendly ghosts good news? I don't want an overly-friendly ghost introducing him/herself to me in the night. I'd like a shy ghost, maybe. An anti-social ghost. That would be ideal.

Our haunted room.
Like many old houses in Gettysburg, this one had been used as a Civil War field hospital. The owner had done incredible research on the house - had even found names and photos of Confederate soldiers who were buried on the property and reclaimed ten years later.

We arrived late on Friday night - in the pouring rain, and went right to bed. As I was changing a sleepy L. into his pajamas, and H. was in another room, Leo asked me "who is coming?" as if he had heard someone. I quickly assured him that nobody was coming, and got him and myself in bed.

That night, I hardly slept. I heard strange noises all night - 2 bumps from the empty, locked up attic above us. Clinking dishes downstairs throughout the night. Several instances of pipes banging and clanging throughout the little house - with no water or heat going to inspire this. Yes, my imagination was running wild, and H. (the next day) tried to tell me these are old house sounds. I grew up in an old house - I know old house sounds!

The next day, we went about our business - H. had planned a full day of sight-seeing, including visiting the terrifying Hall of American Presidents.

The stuff of nightmares.
L. was terrified of this place, so we left after only viewing the first 8 or so presidents. However, H. and I did pop into the Hall of First Ladies, which was equally terrifying.

Okee dokee.
We also managed to do some non-creepy things, including letting L. spend some time with my birthday bud:

Ok, now back to the ghosts. We were down to stay a second night in the haunted house. (Un)fortunately, the psychic medium had to cancel her investigation because of the terrible weather. Yay - unless the ghosts were looking forward to her visit, and we now going to be bored and looking for someone to talk to.

When we got back, we spent a little more time chatting with our Airbnb host. I asked abut the history of the house, and she told us some stories of the history. H. then asked her about the ghosts, about the psychic and her investigations, about any strange activities - and the host told us several terrifying stories. She also mentioned how one of the shosts loves kids, and how her kids and grandkids had experience several sightings. Fab! Maybe that explains why L. was terrified to the point of tears of the bathroom - a ghost. A haunted toilet.

When we got back to our room I scolded H. for asking to hear the ghost stories - it's best if I don't know! Hmpf. Luckily, I was so tired from not sleeping the previous night that I was able to sleep almost through the night.

The next morning, our host told us some more ghost stories - this time about the room we had slept in. Great, I said, and hauled ass out of there and back to sweet, un-haunted Brooklyn.

Overall, it was a nice, interesting weekend away. But next time, I'll be booking us into a new build condo, free of ghosts.
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