Halloween has been a special holiday for kids and adults alike. In both cases it is celebrated in costume and over indulgence. This is a Halloween story about kids, in particular my daughter Allison’s first where she was going to be the one going to the door, ringing the bell, and saying “Trick or Treat.” She knew those words were the key, and she truly understood the concept of tons of candy. This was also the first year that Allison understood the concept of a costume, and voiced a significant rant in what she wanted to be. Smiling, she chose to be a cowboy, not a cowgirl, but a cowboy. In the past she had always gone as a princess, or lady bug, (actually that sums up her past Halloween experiences) and the reality was Allison didn’t really have a say. Steph and I had chosen what she was going to be, and Allison didn’t argue, smiling, she really didn’t understand the concept. Her prior experience with Halloween was to put on something funny (and most likely she didn’t realize it was funny) and take a walk collecting stuff her parents ate. Also it was just a walk around the block with Mom or Dad or both, at every open door hold out her bag, maybe mumble something, and an adult would put candy in the bag. A kid’s concept of heaven I am sure. I think preschool was a real boost to her Halloween educational process.
For the kids the Halloween costume is something they either painstakingly pick out and create or have their parents do all the work, by either going to the store buying the costume and making the necessary adjustments or by creating something from the tons of cloths and stuff around the house. Allison is pictured here in her cowboy costume, barely able to contain herself, and about 45 minutes after we got her dressed and the makeup refined to something that Allison could/would tolerate.
Revised Makeup LOL
Smiling, the effort we put ourselves thru for our lovely children.
This is round two for the makeup. Being honest this is 30 years ago Allison was probably 4 or 5. Not the sweet looking cowpoke she looks like in the picture. And you can’t even see the gunbelt she had on. We couldn’t get a shot of her in the original pre-toned down cowboy make-up, because Allison wasn’t having it. During the first application of makeup, Steph had her more made up as a rough and tumble kinda cowboy, the beard was fuller and not a goatee, the mustache deeper, the eyebrows more arched and much darker. And I think there may have been a scar or two. I know Steph put a ton of effort into this costume, and even more time and energy putting that makeup on Allison.
When I carried her to the bathroom, and Steph and I 1st showed Allison her appearance, she totally freaked out, she when totally bonkers, screaming, crying, trying to get out of my hands, looking in the mirror moaning, wanting to know WHO’S THAT, screaming that’s not me. Allison was having nothing to do with the Cowboy she saw in the mirror and she was PISSED because her DAD was smiling and so proud and lovingly at the cowboy. It was truly like a small thermo nuclear device had gone off in the bathroom. It took 20 minutes to remove the original makeup and get her calm enough to try again. If you look closely at the picture, you can kinda tell she is still not comfortable. But the power of persuasion is amazing. We told Allison no makeup, no trick or treating. That was the final hurdle we needed to get over and it worked. It also helped significantly when everyone we encountered told Allison she looked like a great Cowboy.
I will be going thru the photo albums, and picking out single pictures to share a “Treasure Box” story. Some will be purely for Cari’s entertainment; others will be for my entertainment. But no matter when you see them I hope you’re entertained.
As always if you have any questions, comments or concerns please feel free to ask. Take care Bill