I consulted the rule book for these types of issues and it says that you can post your Halloween pictures late on your blog as long as you meet the following criteria:
1- The post is dated within one calendar month of said holiday.
CHECK. But just barely.
2- The children in the pictures are precious.
3- The blog post is written while listening to Christmas music in the writer’s minivan while stealing wi-fi from a Sam’s Club because the afore-mentioned writer just finished Zumba class and is too stinky to go inside anywhere.
CHECK, CHECK and CHECK!
Whoever wrote those rules must be a stickler. Number 3 is a little specific don’t you think?
Now that we have all agreed that it’s not weird to write a post about Halloween after Thanksgiving, let’s get started!
This Halloween was so much fun because both boys could actually participate in trick-or-treating. Burtch seemed to understand the whole concept and was much more enthusiastic that last year- when he refused to wear a costume. And although Lawson was a precious little peanut last year, he was too young to understand what was going on.
This was a rough time of day to expect Lawson to participate in an any activity. He’s routine consists of cuddling up for the night when the sun sets. But he was a good sport (most of the time) and put on his Thomas costume and played along.
I said he was a good sport most of the time. This wasn’t one of those times.
Burtch, on the otherhand, was beside himself with excitement. He had been talking about wearing a costume and treat-or treating for weeks.
Before we left the boys had a meeting to strategize about how to get the best candy handouts- also known as chocolate.
Ok, I might have been the one laying out the plan to get the most chocolate. But it sure looks like they were having an important conversation.
Of course the first house we went to was Mess and Uncle Mean’s. So we let them walk up to the door all by their big boy selves. I was pretty certain there was no kidnapping danger at this house.
I was wrong! Mess lured them right in!
Before we left Mess’s house I asked her to take a picture of us. I thought she, unlike myself, might possess the magical power to take a photo of my family where everyone’s eyes are open and we look at the camera at the same time.
Doh! So close. Thanks for trying, Mess.
Uh thank ya, thank ya very much for the candy.
After we left Elvis’ house we headed to the volunteer fire station in Ashford. Rumor had it they were giving out lots of loot. They did not disappoint.
I was worried about the boys being frightened by scary costumes and decorations and when we got to the fire station a group of teenagers hopped out of a truck wearing demonic clown costumes. I would have gotten a picture but I was a little freaked out. Luckily the boys didn’t see them. We would never have been able to go to the circus. Who am I kidding? I’m never going to the circus again. Seeing those clowns was traumatizing.
Lawson stayed perched on The Pilot’s arm but my, older by 15 months, baby Burtch was bold. I asked him to stand next to this ghost for a picture.
And he bravely did so.