Happy Halloween! That’s right: WHILE I type this we’re in the midst of the sugar-frenzied fun times. Mike just departed with the kiddos to go trick-or-treating with some of our new neighbor friends. Meanwhile, I’m sipping a glass ‘o red, sneaking the occasional candy bar and also manning candy passing out duty. (I also plan on filling out my ballot and voting when I’m done with this post). Is it weird that I’m getting all teary about this being our first Halloween here?! I also think it’s strange that – despite constantly knowing and expecting the doorbell to ring any moment – I jump about a foot and nearly pee my pants out of surprise every time it does.
Mike insisted that we get the full-size candy bars this year. We distinctly remember doing that for our first Halloween at our old house. It’s like he wants to make a good impression on the trick-or-treaters in the ‘hood. I even said things like, “Tell your friends: we’re the COOL house!” Anyway, our first trick-or-treating group tonight was a herd of pre-teenaged boys. There were at least five of them. I don’t know if it was the sight of the big candy bars, but they were the politest group of young men! One handed me our newspaper that he picked up in the driveway and said all cheeky, “I’ll trade you your newspaper for a candy bar!” Then, when I held out the bowl, instead of plowing in like crazy sugar-starved crazies, they all immediately started complimenting our decorations, our jack-o-lanterns and then, yes, our candy selection. After carefully – and patiently – making their choices, they called out numerous thank you’s as they walked away. I heard one kid say, “Ahhh, yee-ah! We hit the jackpot with that one!”
Well, the last group of boys was not quite so polite and not all in costumes either. I wish I had some brussel sprouts to drop in their bags instead.
Pictures of our people to come…(once Mike returns with the camera), but here's a few from last weekend's parties and Kayli's photo shoot.