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Halloween was a lot of fun this year. Molly figured out a couple of months ago that she wanted to be the Tooth Fairy! Aaron's very talented sister, Rebekah, made her costume (she even sewed little bells on the inside bottom of the dress so she jingled when she walked!) Course, by the time Halloween rolled around, Molly was a princess kitty (no, it's not a character from a movie...the idea came to her when she won a little foam cat mask at a Halloween festival.) Grey was dragonosaurus (dragon?dinosaur?). He loves wearing "ats" and only minded the hood when it WASN'T on his head!
Molly's at a perfect age for Halloween -- she's apprehensive and cautious but not overwhelmed and terrified. She always seemed to allow others to go first to the candy...I'd like to pretend it's because she is so thoughtful, and I'm sure there was plenty of thought involved in providing sacrificial lambs, er, princesses, to the very convincing witch who was cackling at the door! Needless to say, she had a great time, and just like her mother, was not ready to call it a night when blisters and fatigue started affecting the others.
Grey was a hoot...He's at that LOVELY age where he wants to run and keep up with the bigger kids, and will not have anything to do with a stroller. He hasn't yet figured out that our neighborhood is full of big bad stairs and ferocious driveways that like to eat little foreheads and knees! He (no, I) made it to three houses before I figured out that he'd really enjoy handing out candy with Daddy! By the time Molly and I made it back to the house, Grey had figured out how to say "ding dong" all by himself, and loved to yell it as he'd run to greet the trick-or-treaters.
It was a great night, and by the end of the weekend, most of the candy found its way to a donation pile for Molly's school (they collect candy for children with cancer, who get candy after bad-tasting medicine.) I'm sure Molly will tell me in a couple of weeks what she's going to be next year for Halloween!