It can be feel a little contrived, but no more so than turning on Jingle Bells and the air conditioning at the same time. You do what you have to do.
Friends invited us to two trick-or-treating get-togethers and we went to both!
Friday evening, L donned his race car driver suit while M was an astronaut.
With their sweet friend Gabi.
It was fun, and loud, and crazy, and chaotic. Mostly fun, though, and the kids had a blast. It was a race against the clouds and we ended up caught in the storm.
Saturday, the boys could not conceive of wearing the same costumes again, so they each chose a new look.
I'm thankful our community of friends, who put forth the effort to make things happen.
The boys can't eat the candy, but they don't mind a bit. That's not what it's about, at least not for them. (Incidentally, they brought home a huge haul, which they'll be using for a gingerbread house before too long.)
The night after Halloween, we always watch the first Christmas movie of the season. So the boys and I stayed up late watching a Curious George Christmas.
Happy Halloween to all, and to all a good night.