By guest blogger Amalia
Halloween weekend was awesome. On Thursday Yiayia and I made trick or treat bags for everybody in my pre-K class. Nicolas helped.
My costume was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I even had ruby slippers and a basket to carry Toto, my dog, in.
On Friday I went to two Halloween parties—in the morning in my classroom and my teachers gave us goodie bags, and in the afternoon Yiayia came and we went to the whole school’s Halloween party where I danced a lot and had a sword fight with inflatable swords and the DJ said I won over a bunch of older kids who were sword-fighting with me.
Yiayia looked really funny in her Scarecrow costume. She even did a Scarecrow dance.
On the way to school we passed lots of scary decorated houses, but now that I’m four, they didn’t scare me, even the ones where the monsters lit up and moaned and one where a giant spider jumps out at you.
My favorite was the one where the witch’s legs peeked out of the ground—sort of like in the Wizard of Oz when a house falls on her.
On Saturday, which was Halloween, we all dressed up like the Wizard of Oz characters and went to a huge party at the Natural History Museum called “Fright at the Museum.” Mommy was Glinda the good witch, Papi was the Tin Man, Yiayia was the Scarecrow, and Papi’s friend Arshad was the cowardly Lion. Little brother Nicholas was supposed to be a Munchkin but he wouldn't wear his pointed hat and beard. There were a million kids at the Museum in different costumes, and I even saw two other Dorothy’s.
Saturday night Yiayia and Mommy and I went Trick or Treating around the Upper East Side, even to former Mayor Bloomberg’s house where people dressed as Minions handed out treats.
Papi had to go to bed early because the next day, Sunday, he was running in his first Marathon. He had been training all summer.
He got up at six am. and took the Staten Island Ferry to the start of the race. I had made signs saying “Go Papi Go” and we went to watch him pass by on First Avenue and 79th Street near our apartment, but there were so many people there that we couldn’t get close enough to see him. Mommy was tracking his position on her phone. He stopped and looked for us but we couldn’t get where he could see us. Then he went on running up and across Central Park.
I started crying because I didn’t see Papi so Mommy took me with her across town to find him at the finish line. We got worried when she saw on her phone that he had stopped running in Central Park, but then he started again. Later he said that he got muscle cramps and had to stop and someone massaged his legs.
Papi had hoped to break four hours in his first marathon, but his time was 4 hours and 18 minutes, which is really good for 26.2 miles. We found him after the finish line and he got this awesome medal and a really cool cape to keep.
Papi says he thinks he’s going to run the Marathon again in two years. In the meantime he’s going to do a 100-mile bike ride next year.
Now that Halloween and the Marathon are over, I’m going to start planning what I’m going to cook for Thanksgiving. Cookies and pies are my speciality.
The holiday season is awesome, but it’s also exhausting because there’s so much to do when you’re four years old.