The Raft

So, tonight we Trick or Treated.
In 2006, we took Abby, our 9 month old Pumpkin, to a neighbor's pizza party.

It was, apparently, the last year of a neighborhood tradition. And it was perfect because we wanted to dress up our baby girl but of course, she was too little for ToT.

In 2007, Wyatt was 2 weeks old when Halloween rolled in, so we did what any parents would do - especially since I was recovering from C-Section #2.
We tucked the brand new boy into my jacket and hit a few houses with the Duck you see below:


Tonight... well, tonight was like our first Halloween.
Seriously - when we explained to Abby that on Halloween you get to dress up in a costume and go outside - at night - and see a whole bunch of other kids doing the same thing - and you get candy for it. Well. Her head just about exploded.
It really makes you remember what makes Halloween so special. As far as "holidays" go, this is a pretty stupid one. We're not Thankful for anything, we're not Celebrating anyone... "All Hallow's Eve" is evil, in fact (I think). Nothing to celebrate.
But when you're teetering on 3 years old and your parents are telling you to put on your Princess/Butterfly/Bal-ma-rina costume so that we can go outside - and NOT to bed - to get candy with all of your friends... well, there's nothing evil about that.
And the monkey was pretty psyched, too:



Happy Halloween!