Church, Candy Corn, and Yuktoberfest! Huzzah!

I am a little late in posting our contributions to Laura's Bad Haiku Yuktoberfest, even though most of this was written last night. Sometimes I just can't get it together, you know?


I went to Mass this morning, since it was being offered for my dear friend Sarah who passed away this summer, and I guess if you are going to be behind the eight ball for any reason, Mass is the best one.


Weekday Mass is about ten thousand times more quiet than Sunday Mass, and I was worried about the two little ones because Bun woke up on the wrong side of the crib. He was grumpy and whiny and generally unpleasant, so I sat near the back in case I needed to make a dash for the vestibule.


As he was lying across my lap, wiggling and whining, he was suddenly still and looked away from me, towards the altar and far up into the rafters of our church. He broke into a big grin and said, clear as a bell, "Hi, Dada."


Now, Bun makes all kinds of baby noises and babbles quite a bit, but none of it has ever sounded as clear and like language as this morning. All I can say is that the hairs on my arms rose up, my friends. From the mouths of babes . . .

In other, more mundane news, I have decided that I cannot keep a pretty house with these children. You might think that I had come to this conclusion long ago, but each season I get back into the decorating saddle and try again. And each season I hit the dirt.

All quiet on the candy corn front. For now.

Case in point, my cute Halloween centerpiece. I saw this idea in a magazine, and I copied it with what I had on hand. I thought it was genius because Rob and I hate candy corn, so we would not eat our own centerpiece. (That is just a sad, sad admission right there, my friends.)



Unfortunately, I did not figure on the children liking candy corn. Fiver and Sally are now addicted to it, as evidenced by the fingerprints on the hurricane lamp and the ever lower level of candy corn in the dish.



I have even had to slap their hands away from taking a candy corn when the candle was lit. It is a sorry state of affairs when the members of your household resort to eating your home decor at the risk of life and limb.

Candy corn thief! You can tell by the shifty eyes.

And now, finally, because you know we are powerless to resist the siren song of the bad haiku, our entries for Yuktoberfest:

Rob's Trio of Bad Haiku:

The headless horseman

Stopped trick or treating since he

Can't use his pie hole

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Why does my pumpkin

Look like a rotund orange piece

Of Swiss? Poor technique

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As your loving dad

It is my job to levy

The chocolate tithe

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Aimee's Trio of Bad Haiku:

"Trick or treating" when

You are sixteen and shaving

Is called robbery

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Please don't try to say

That your extra pillowcase

Is for your "sister"

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Is it really bad

That I keep the chocolate

And give out raisins?

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Our weather here promises to be perfectly autumnal in its crisp, cool, brightness, so we will be out and about, inflicting our own brand of confusion on unsuspecting citizens everywhere.

Hope you enjoy the weekend as well, my friends!