A Frosty Halloween

 Halloween is kinda a big deal around here.  We celebrate for a week straight because Halloween has everything a good holiday should have - chocolate, family fun, and chocolate.  Oh yeah, and lots of opportunities to wow your kids with pancake batter. 

 Every year we have a pumpkin carving contest and every year I tell you how amazing it is that Megan carves her own pumpkin, start to finish, without any help . . .  and every year, you are impressed.  Right?

 Right.  You are totally impressed.  John and I both carved pumpkins too but you'll have to take my word for it.  We were too busy marveling at Megan's pumpkin (that truly belongs in the Guggenheim)to take pics of our own. 
 

 This year, instead of going to the city's Halloween party (and freezing our butts off outside), we opted to go to a different event called "Haunt the Halls" at the local high school.  They had classrooms decorated and the kids got to trick or treat around the building.  It had one major thing going for it . . . it was inside.  Usually I am the one dragging everyone to the city party but this year I just didn't have it in me.  I guess I'm getting old but standing outside for hours in cold, windy drizzle just didn't sound appealing.  Not even for a free hot dog.  Not even for a smore.  Not even for a free pumpkin.  John looked at me and said, "It's like I don't even know you anymore."  Yes, John, this year I dressed up as someone who enjoys warm Halloweens.
  

 Now, let me explain the costumes.  Megan was Dorothy because her friend Jordis suggested Megan had the right hair to be Dorothy and Megan felt she had to take that responsibility seriously.  My mom made the costume and Megan couldn't have been any more excited to wear it.

Brendan, on the other hand, chose his own costume.  I take no responsibility.  He said, "I wanna be a hot dog.  I love hot dogs."  I didn't even think there was a such thing as a hot dog costume but . . . the internet is a magical thing.  You know, looking back I am glad I let him choose his own costume.  He totally rocked that hot dog.  He said he wants to be the Statue of Liberty or a pineapple next year.  Speechless.

 This is what fun looks like.

 

 See, my kid wasn't the only one dressed up as junk food for Halloween!

 A few days later it was time for trick or treat.  It was still freezing.  It was still raining.  I was still less than excited about going outside.  I wanted to stay home under an electric blanket . . . but I didn't.  (I think this totally earned me breakfast in bed on Mother's Day, by the way.)

 Jordis, aka the Wicked Witch of the West, came in to get warmed up as she made it through the neighborhood.

So did our friends Lauren and Evan.   

 

At the end of the night, we all finally got under the electric blanket and ate and ate and ate . . .  because all good holidays include chocolate, family fun, and chocolate.