Well, we’re home from Pennsylvania, and as if it should come as a shock to anyone, we hit the ground running with house projects, house cleaning, and that one holiday where we give away free candy to anyone who comes to our door.
(Can we take a moment to talk about the high schoolers who show up with a pillow case but no costume? Honestly? Is that just my neighborhood? I gave a couple of them a hard time last night, asking them what they were supposed to be, and I got some sob story about how they lost their mustaches and they used to be Mario and Luigi – in jeans and sweatshirts. I gave them candy anyway because I’m a push over slash I would have had to eat it if they didn’t.)
I will, will, will tell you about the wonderful parts of PA that we visited over the last two weeks, but first I need to show you pictures of my munchkin last night because no one will want to hear one more thing about Halloween a week from now (myself included because, hello? It’s November 1 and I have already moved on to Christmas music. True story.)
OBaby was a dragon. We figured “Trick-or-treat!” would be too much to tackle this year, so over the last few weeks we’ve been working on “What does a dragon say?”
It is painfully cute. Painfully.
The cheeks. The squeals of excitement. The poofy costume. The Raaaawr.
It was the best Halloween ever.
(Is it time to go yet, Mama?)
OBaby liked helping people pick the candy out of the bowl. We said “Take 2!” to every trick-or-treater that came our way, but OBaby often snuck a 3rd or 4th piece into kids’ bags. It’s so much fun to share.
This is the one mid-trick-or-treating shot I have because it got dark so fast and my camera would not cooperate.
I think it’s ok, though, that I only have this one picture, because going house to house (all 6 of them that we did) was not the highlight for OBaby. Not by any means.
He much preferred the giving than the receiving, in fact he tried to hand the candy back to the people at the doors after they gave it to him. I think Halloween is one big sharing party in his mind (and ain’t that how it should be?).
OBaby waited patiently between kids coming to our door, then squealed and shrieked with joy when he saw a group coming up our walk way.
He had little to no understanding of the cause of all of these new friends coming to visit him, but he loved every minute of it.
“Raaaaaawr” means, roughly translated,
“Here, please. Take our candy. I want you to have it.”
(Obaby’s first trick-or-treating. Where in creation has time gone?)