Oh, my. Is it really only 8:00 pm? I thought for sure it was midnight. I tried so hard to get a decent picture of the boys in their costumes. Unfortunately, I think the fabric was laced with cocaine because the second they put them on they were screaming, yelling, and clawing at the door to get out. Allow me to present to you Exhibit A of the barely controlled chaos.
When that door proved impossible to breach, they scampered like hungry puppy dogs towards the front door.
My saliva must be made of Kryptonite, because it fell on deaf ears.
Nico was no better. All I wanted was 1) a face shot and 2) a full body shot. Instead, I have a million pictures of him turning away from me. I'm going to have dreams of bouncing blue and yellow wings.
So that was our Halloween. Blessedly uneventful, and yet still bone crumbling. I, for one, am ready to loaf on the sofa with the Mister and eat the kid's candy. Oh! And before I forget: If you enjoy reading about holiday legends, you must head on over to Dawn's blog (Wicked Good Dinner) and read the story of Jack O' Lantern. I absolutely love folklore and the history behind common holidays and practices, and this story doesn't disappoint.
Happy Halloween! :)