We're all still a little sick. K is mostly fine but still coughing a bit. I'm the worst -- I can't sing K's bedtime song without several coughing fits. JW is hoarse and tired because he's still in full-on election mode and has been working day and night, calling and organizing people to get out the vote. Voting day is tomorrow and then I get my husband back. Hopefully I get to keep my governor too.
On Halloween, K didn't nap, refused to wear his lion costume (his second, after he refused to go anywhere near the skunk costume JW picked up), and insisted on putting on his duck costume without the duck head. He threw a tantrum when I said he had to go to the potty before trick or treating. He wouldn't pose for pictures and at the first few houses he wouldn't say a word, just sullenly grabbed the candy. (I forced him to mumble a "thank you" before I'd let him move on to the next house.) By the end he was having fun, though, and was being more polite too. Partly because I let him eat some candy on the way.
Our other Halloween activity was clearing out, and cleaning up, the old house. JW's parents came to help out. Grandma played with K, Grandpa and JW did the heavy lifting, and I swept and scrubbed. I say this often, but I am so grateful that we still have parents who are so giving and so willing and able to run over here and take care of us when we need it. I know that in the not-too-distant future it may be the other way around.
In theory, by the end of this week, our house should be sold. We signed the deed today and appointed our attorney to do the closing without us. Our attorney, like everyone else who has had to deal with the buyers, complained about how difficult they were and how he should have charged us more. We still talk to our old neighbors, so I'm hoping the buyers are just horrible in the context of a financial transaction and will be good neighbors once they move in. We have celebratory weekend plans involving a fancy dinner and hotel in Manhattan. Fingers crossed that there will actually be something to celebrate.
K the reluctant duck:
And K rocking out (the lamp is his pretend microphone):
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