Mr. Jack O. Lantern

McCanless asked me what Jack’s middle name was.  When I asked, “Jack Who?”  She replied, “You know!  Jack O.  What does the O. stand for?”

Pouting because she “wanted a turn!”

…then she certainly wasn’t a fan of the squishy insides of Mr. Jack.

Later that night, Mary Clare was amazed at the candle inside of our Jack-O-Lantern!

My beautiful princesses.

…and speaking of, this is not Mary Clare’s Halloween costume.  She wore this dress to school today.  For a couple of months now, she has only wanted to be “pink” for Halloween, so we decided on Pinkalicious, a character from her favorite book.  Gone are the days of my grand plans of coordinated baby girls.  They are way too strong willed for that.  This year, I tried desperately to get them to be a pirate and mermaid, and for a few weeks when McCanless insisted on being Miley Cyrus, I even thought about dressing Mary Clare as Hannah Montanna!  Finally, McCanless suggested a princess.  At first, I thought it wasn’t extrememly creative or exciting.   They wear their dress-up Princess clothes on a daily basis. But you know what?  How much longer are my baby girls going to want to twirl in pouffy dresses and wear crowns for Halloween?  I knew Mary Clare would probably not appreciate a coordinating frog costume when big sister got to twirl in her pink dress anyway, so Princess and Pinkalicious it is!  McCanless and I found a gorgeous pink sequin dress, fancy shoes , a real crown and jewels for her costume, and I have yet to show Miss Pinkalicious her equally as twirly and new pinkalicious attire!  I knew she would wear it out before Halloween! Two twirly, whirly, pinkalicious dresses for my two pinkalicious princesses!

On a different subject, after calling week after week every doctor’s office in SC including MUSC, I was finally able to make appointments for their H1N1 Vaccinations at our local Health Department!!  No lines!  Hooray!! I am thrilled! We are all now protected against regular seasonal flu and H1N1 Flu!!  (Well, Mel and I have to wait for the H1N1 Vaccination, but at least the girls have it!)  Mel was busy, as usual, so I took the girls myself.  Mary Clare took her stick like a champ, only cried for a second, grabbed her Dora sticker and jumped out of my lap.  McCanless immediately stopped smiling when the nurse said, “You’re next.”  She had no clue.  Mary Clare began repeating exactly what McCanless had been preaching to her.  “It won’t hurt.  It will only be a minute.  Don’t cry.”

McCanless screamed, begged, pleaded and screamed more.  She begged me, the nurse, and Mary Clare to take her home.  “I saw the needle!  You can’t do this!”   The nurse asked me if I had a drama queen on my hands.   I had to pull her pants down, which was horrific to McCanless, and hold her wrists tight while she screamed bloody murder.  When I called Mel about an hour and a half later after dinner, after baths, she was still screaming.  She is furious with me, but she is protected!

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