What a FUN day Halloween was! My sister Sam came out from Connecticut to spend a week with us. She arrived VERY late the night before Halloween, so we saved all the fun for one day: pumpkin carving, etcetera. It was a crazy day, but we got plenty of laughs.
Here is my little "ghostie." Rhett is 5 months old now and wearing the same onesie (which is nearly too small for him, btw) that Carson wore for Halloween when he was 7 months old. Cute though, no?
Here is my silly and cute little Goose and her jack-o-lantern. We cut the top off for her and then she cleaned out the insides. We were working on our pumpkins and looked over to see if she was ready to have us cut the face and, well, she'd already done it! With the little saw. I was thinking, "oh, great, mother of the year award for me" and then I remembered that she's been picking door locks with a paring knife (WITHOUT PERMISSION AND PRIOR KNOWLEDGE ON MY PART) since she was 3. She knows her way around a knife. (I'm TOTALLY being sarcastic and joking--I'm sure she is lucky she didn't cut her finger off). But, I thought her jack-o-lantern face was cute, albeit slightly small for the size of pumpkin. It's tough to tell by the lighting, but the eyes and nose were literally just slits!
Like I said, the day was full of humor. After we got the pumpkin mess cleaned up, Annie came in with the above two items. She wanted to "bob for apples." I laughed out loud. Not only for the obvious reason that the apple wouldn't even fit in the water container, but because she was throwing herself her own little Halloween party. It was like she was personally going to see to it that we did every possible Halloween activity in one afternoon. So funny.
At long last, it was time to don costumes and head out to trunk-or-treat, followed by trick-or-treating at grandparents and the neighbors. Here is my little horsie Rhett with his Aunt Sam.
My poor little Carsie had a cold that day, so he wasn't really thrilled to have his picture taken or perfectly posed in ANY pictures. Here is the best we could do of him as Pirate Carson. Mid-cough.
And here is my beautiful Princess Annie. It was a LOT harder than it looks to get her looking this beautiful: convincing her to hold still for the makeup, not losing it as she screamed bloody murder while I pulled back her hair, trying to convince her to wear accessories that matched rather than clashed with her dress, helping her to understand that the plastic high heeled slippers from Wal-mart would not assist her in remaining upright as she walked through the damp leaves over an uneven sidewalk in the dark. But alas, we arrived at the finished product, and I must say, I was pretty dang proud of how great she looked.
Here she is again with the cutest little Minnie Mouse ever--SO CUTE!
Imagine my joy when we arrived at the Trunk-or-Treat and my son walked up to this cute couple and said, "whatcha got?" How do you explain to a perfect stranger that your 2 year-old really DOES have manners, that you've spent a whole week teaching him "trick or treat," followed by "thank you?" After getting over my initial embarrassment, I thought it was pretty funny. Thank goodness the nice couple pretended to be overwhelmed by my kids' cuteness, so I didn't have to feel too badly.
What a FUN night for all of us. The best part, of course, was raiding their candy after we put them to bed. Mwaaaaaaaaah. . . wonder how many more years I have until they notice that all of the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that were there on Halloween night are suddenly gone the next morning. . . .
