Well, it definitely was a scary night in the GM!
Yesterday started off cute enough... we ferried the Pizz off to daycare and left the Twizz with Merle. The plan was then to try to make it to daycare for the 3pm "parade". Then off to a friends house for play date trick-or-treating.
Pizz was supposed to be a princess, with sparkle shoes...
That was the plan.
Well, the DQ2.0 and I made it late to daycare... missing the "parade". Oops. So we lug the Twizz (in their costumes too) in to daycare. It was a parent fiesta! We make it into Pizz' room and it was spooky quiet. All the kids were sitting around the table stuffing food in their mouths. The parents stood around. It was sort of awkward, since nobody really knew anyone (except the teachers). We all just sat and watched.
The Pizz, on the other hand, shovelled food. Her plate consisted of a cupcake with some orange icing (the rest was smeared all over her dress), oreos, teddy grahams, chips, 2 grapes, and cheetos. She looks up at us, with a orange smeared grin, holds up a cheeto and says "Mommy .. Daddy... Look Cheetos! I like cheetos!!!" We were in deep trouble.
30 minutes later, the Pizz was the last to leave the table. We pinned her down and smeared off the icing and orange cheeto grime, said our goodbyes and made for the Santa Maria. We get outside and then ***rumble rumble*** ... thunder... rain!
Poops. No trick-or-treating.
We make it to the Santa Maria and pile in. On the drive home, we plan our next step. During our awkward convo with the other parents, we learned of indoor trick-or-treating at the mall. Perfect! But the Twizzles were starting to expire and we had to get home.
We pull in to the GM and pile out, trooping upstairs to the nursery 2.0. We start changing the Twizz, while getting ready for the next phase. Then, ... ***ka-blammooo*** the Pizz erupts.
She was a whirling dirvish... running everywhere... up the hall ... back down the hall... in her room... out of her room... screaming... "MilaCocoPottyCheetosDaddyMommyMerleCheetos" We tried to get her to settle down. She got 3 Timeouts in a 5 minute span. Her head was spinning around like the girl from The Exorcist. No wonder the teachers smiled slyly when we left. It was a pure spasm of sugar rush. She could not be controlled... They was nothing humanly possible. This also spun off to the Twizz. Mila decided to start hacking up her lung and Coco realized that he just wasn't full enough, and wanted more more food. There was screaming galore!
The details after this are pretty sketchy. I don't remember much. Pizz got hosed down in the bathtub and shipped off to bed. Mila did not hack out her lung (not for a lack of trying or at least demonstrating it) and went to sleep. Cokes ate some more, and then promptly puked (Editor's Note: seems Cokes (trying out a new Coco nickname) really eats like a dog until he essentially explodes... not nice)
Then DQ and I were crashed out on the couch with beers in hands.
Happy Halloween!
(pics coming... check back soon...)
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