Halloween! After an entire week being ill, I have to admit that Halloween wasn’t high on my list of awesome things to do, but since we have all been six at some point, I bet that everyone can guess how not well canceling Halloween would go.
Plus, really, if we cancel Halloween, I lose the candy stash that sustains us until Easter. I love Halloween candy, and freely admit that I encourage Maura to trick or treat harder, better, faster, stronger in the interest of accumulating more delicious jawbreakers. (Don’t judge me. I love jawbreakers, and Maura is clearly too young to eat them. I’m protecting her delicate baby teeth! And eating all the jawbreakers myself. Sorry, kid.)
So we trick or treated. Maura was a (bright!) pink and purple cat; Nick was a…er. A gentleman farmer, I think. Maura declared him a farmer, but I’m pretty sure that most farmers don’t wear jaunty, ridiculous hats. Basil wore a yellow and orange ribbon–it occurred to us after the fact that we should’ve dressed him as Bolt. Next year, I guess. And yes, obviously we took the dog with us. If we’re going to be crazy pet people, we’re going all the way. We have eight cats, for god’s sake, and I take the dog to work with me every day. Of course we took him trick or treating.
I’m not sure what she’s doing in that picture, but she seems pleased about it.
We had a great night for it–cool but not cold, and unlike some years in recent memory, it wasn’t pissing down rain.
There were a surprising number of great pumpkins this year. The row in the photo above really charmed me. I didn’t get many pumpkin photos, since I felt moderately creepy taking pictures of random houses. This means that I also failed to get a picture of the house with the Jesus-fish pumpkin. It was pretty bizarre–they had grinning pumpkin, grimacing pumpkin, ghoulish pumpkin, Jesus-fish-complete-with-cross pumpkin.
All said, Halloween–and Maura’s last day as a six year old–was pretty successful. And we got enough candy to last us into next year. Score.
