Halloween (or, Why Can't I Manage to Post Anything Within Two Weeks Of When It Actually Occurred?)

Halloween is a big deal in our neighborhood. People drive here from other neighborhoods to trick-or-treat; their parked cars line entire blocks of the street. Some houses get more than 400 trick-or-treaters. It's insanity. And every year we join the mayhem.


Little Abram experienced his first Halloween in which he actually knew what was going on. When I first tried to put his costume on him, he shied away with a look that said, "You could not PAY me to wear that." I spoke four magic words to him: "Wear costume, get candy." He came running, thrust his arms into the sleeves and was ready in 60 seconds. As we headed down the street, he ran from house to house, his black plastic kettle of candy swinging and his stuffed tail wagging behind him. I think this is the best age for trick-or-treating.

Grace changed her mind every day for weeks about what she wanted to be for Halloween. Monkey, princess, tiger, Snow White, fairy, you-name-it, she'd considered it. She settled on being a puppy like her brother.

Isaac was a ghost. Cheapest costume I've ever put together. :)

Jacob put together his own costume. If you can't tell, he was a falconer. (This is his latest passion.)

Despite the chilly evening, a great time was had by all.

Bonus: Now we have a year's supply of Starburst. That counts as food storage, right?