Happy Halloween!
In case you can't tell, Calem is a tree and Isaac is a racecar driver. Both boys picked their own costumes, completely unprompted. The fact that my 4 year old boy chose to be a tree (and not just any tree, "a fall tree, mommy. with fall leaves and crunchy leaves") instead of a fireman or power ranger or dinosaur is just one more example of how special Calem is. The kid truly thinks outside the box and marches to the beat of his own drum. But I love him for his creativity and I must say he got many, many compliments on his tree costume. And it really didn't come as a surpise that our 2 1/2 year old who eats, drinks, sleeps and lives for all things trucks and cars wanted to dress up as a racecar driver. He LOVED his costume and I think he believed he really was a racecar driver.
However happy they were about their costumes, nothing compares to the sheer joy of a bag filled with candy, and an opportunity to eat piece after piece after piece until it just doesn't taste good anymore!
In case you can't tell, Calem is a tree and Isaac is a racecar driver. Both boys picked their own costumes, completely unprompted. The fact that my 4 year old boy chose to be a tree (and not just any tree, "a fall tree, mommy. with fall leaves and crunchy leaves") instead of a fireman or power ranger or dinosaur is just one more example of how special Calem is. The kid truly thinks outside the box and marches to the beat of his own drum. But I love him for his creativity and I must say he got many, many compliments on his tree costume. And it really didn't come as a surpise that our 2 1/2 year old who eats, drinks, sleeps and lives for all things trucks and cars wanted to dress up as a racecar driver. He LOVED his costume and I think he believed he really was a racecar driver.
However happy they were about their costumes, nothing compares to the sheer joy of a bag filled with candy, and an opportunity to eat piece after piece after piece until it just doesn't taste good anymore!And no Halloween is complete without the carving of the Jack-O-Lanterns. Being the smart and savvy mom that I am, I have stealthily succeeded in making this a Grampa and Daddy tradition, always completed at Grampa's house--and the mess stays far, far away from my happy home!
The boys watch, with disappointed faces because they are not allowed to use the "big knife" to cut the lids of the Jack-O-Lanterns. Isaac's face really says all there is to say on that matter.
Isaac had a blast scooping "guts," but was cautious about using
the spoon because he did NOT like the slimy stuff on his hands.
And in the end, we had a very friendly Jack-O-Lantern indeed
and a very proud little boy with a grin to match!
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