Happy Halloween! Thank goodness for last minute finds at the thrift store - Roscoe was spared wearing his lame reindeer costume and was easily and affordably turned into the cutest lime green dinosaur I have ever laid my eyes on.
We were all invited to a pre-trick or treating party at our neighbors, Wyatt, Chris and Jackson's. It was more of an opportunity for the adults to have an excuse for a drink together and to socialize a bit. By 6:30 p.m., the kids had exercised their patience to their limits, and we gulped back the rest of our wine and we're off just as it was getting dark.
Then our sweet Isla Belle, dressed as a bunny, with a painted black nose of course went out trick or treating with her daddy. She came back over the moon about the whole thing, and not containing her excitement at all about the candy collecting part. Despite our strict efforts to keep her candy consumption to only a few pieces, she still managed to hit some kind of sugar peak and melt down before bedtime. Now, 20 years after my own Halloween hayday, I can appreciate my parents attempts to police my candy stash. As cute as the costumes are, thank goodness Halloween only comes once a year.