The purpose of this vacation was to be with family at a proper interval so as to prevent too much time from elapsing before our next reunion, should my mom explode. A very close second was to witness, in all its horrifying glory, the annual Spooktacular Spooktacular thrown by Lisa.
Well it just wouldn't be a vacation if we weren't ailing in some way. Tuesday morning I pumped Mateus full of Motrin and carried him onto the airplane. Bianca was a trooper and toddled along behind us. The first few days of the vacation were spent "healing" in the form of a frenzied cousin rumpus accompanied by two lazy adults (mom and I) lounging about... eating.
We eventually braved the big crazy world with a journey to "Boo at the Zoo". Though the candy was ridiculously scarce, who doesn't love animals, at night no less. A towering, stilted Dracula befriended Mateus (a fellow vampire) and a tree overflowing with vultures added to the eerie atmosphere. Kristin's farm market was bustling with halloween-ish activities. A whale of a corn maze sprawled out back, there was a wee little petting zoo, make your own caramel apples, and the undeniable highlight was an immense vat of dried corn kernels which the kids spent nearly an hour hurling themselves into. And the grand finale.... halloween night. Lisa managed to transform her garage into a ghostly gala and her barn into a demented (yes demented) and bone chilling experience. Mateus joined the pack of little ruffians in a marathon of haunted barn participation. They added to the experience for us all by jumping out from behind hay bales and popping out of coffins. And Halloween wouldn't be complete if somebody didn't dress up like a pimp.
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