We had a really interesting Halloween. Every year (every year!) someone gets sick. About two weeks ago, Ryan and I were folding laundry when I turned to him and said, “Isn’t it cool that no one has gotten sick in a while?” The minute those words left my lips, I knew I had just jinxed us. Fast forward to Halloween.
We had a great school parade – Colton’s class did their parade at 9am and Kelsey’s did theirs at 3pm (thanks school planning committee for that fun time difference), so this mom balanced three conference calls and 2 parades, and got the house ready to host a party for our family. The parade was adorable. Seriously, what is cuter than little kids in costume? After their school parades, I brought the kids home and we started getting ready to go trick-or-treating. About 10 minutes before we left the house, Colton started coughing. Like, really coughing. Croup-coughing. Dang it.
Colton got sick. So sick that his fever spiked to 100 degrees. I was ready to call it a night and stay in with him, when he perked up. He really wanted to go. So, we gave him some medicine and got his fever down, put him in pajamas, and then let him ride in a little red wagon while we went door-to-door with his sister and their cousins. It all worked out, and in fact, it was Colton who was the one with all the energy towards the end of the night. The kids got a ton of candy (thanks for the Almond Joys, Kels) and we got to watch them with such joy, go door to door and celebrate the season. It was another great Halloween on the books.