Last Halloween, I pretty much stunk it up as a mommy. I vowed to do better this year, and I'd say I {mostly} did. Trent and Miles dressed up as the Biscuit Brothers (and Blair was their sister, Buttermilk). We met up with some friends who have a little girl, Kinsey, that is in between Miles and Trent in age. And this was our FIRST time to trick-or-treat!!
**Warning - picture overload to follow.**
Eating dinner - Trent ate approximately 2 bites of his cornbread. Sigh.
I fed Baby Girl and hung out with her for a bit.
Uncle David is so silly
Posing for pictures...but wait! We're missing a Biscuit Brother!
Oh...there he is! Having a tantrum over Miles' guitar!!
Crummy picture quality but such a memory.
Performing for his captive audience
It's Buttermilk!
Our first house! And T's got the guitar. We're all happy again.
I mean seriously. He's totally worth all the fits!
I was so amazed because they totally understood what to do, weren't afraid of the adults and couldn't get enough candy!
Little hoodlums beating up a ghosty.
Trolling for candy.
SO easily distracted...they were 'opening' the fire hydrant.
And that was our night!! Whew. We were only out on the street about 30-45 minutes and it was exhausting. Brent has been sick the past 2 days, so we are avoiding him like the plague, and it was definitely tough to wrangle a 2 year old hyped up on sugar but so fun!! Glad we've got a year to recover!
One thing I want to remember is Trent walking around with his hands in his pocket telling me everything that was in them (nothing was actually there): "I've got keys and lipstick and a wallet in my pockets!!" Love this kid!
