My girls just love Disney’s Jake and the Neverland Pirates. There’s a constant buzz at our house. . . “yo ho, matey’s away… there’ll be treasure and adventure today… ”
So naturally, they wanted to be pirates for Halloween. Emma was Jake. Darcy was Izzy. Emma’s hope was for her Dad to be Captain Hook and her baby brother to be the “tick-tock Croc.” She cracked herself up every time she imagined the little crocodile chasing Captain Hook around the house.
Unfortunately, that didn’t pan out. So their brother was Cubby and their dad was a pirate sidekick.
I spent way too much of October trying to track down these costumes in the right size at a reasonable price.
When I mentioned my problem to my mother-in-law, she volunteered to make them herself! She’s very talented like that. She found the patterns, materials, got the measurements over the phone and within two days, had the Jake & Izzy costumes whipped together. Each detail down to the design on the felt boots came from her needle and thread. How exciting it was to see these costumes on the girls!
And they just loved them!
Growing up in the country, our trick-or-treating was limited. Mom would drive us to a few houses in the nearby village, then we’d visit our Grandparents and head to church for the annual candy-filled harvest party.
This year, for the first time, at age, well, 30, give or take 5 years, I went trick-or-treating. Actual walking the neighborhood, ringing every doorbell, pretending not to be scared at the spooky decor, candy collecting trick-or-treating. And I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed it!
It doesn’t hurt that our neighborhood is quite a festive one. I’m pretty sure every man, woman and child was pounding the pavement or manning their candy buckets.
Front porches were decorated with jack-o-lanterns, cobwebs, orange and green lights. Front doors propped open, fire pits burning, candy given by the handful. We got to mingle with neighbors who were out with their kids and see kids dressed up in a variety of costumes. There were wigs and make up and props galore.
My favorite was a pair of pre-teen brothers. One was an attorney. The other a police officer. The pudgy little cop holds up his hand, says to me with a cheeky grin, “Ma’am, just hand over the candy and we won’t have a problem.” I could hardly contain myself. That line couldn’t have been any funnier.
Then there was my shy little five-year-old, going confidently from door to door, always in her pirate character, “Trick or Treasure!”
They got lots of treasures. It was a good, good night.