...give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care. I'll pull down your underwear. (That last verse I learned from my son...)
I've spent the last hour rifling through my kids' trick or treating bags. Judging from the pile of wrappers laying next to the computer, I'm pretty sure I've eaten all the good stuff. Whoppers are awesome. KitKat bars aren't too shabby either.
I'm pretty sure I'll be sick in the morning. What a hypocrite. I make my kids pick out a few pieces each and then as soon as they go to bed, my husband and I dig through their bags, picking out our favorites. I wonder if my mom and dad did that. Probably. The benefits of parenthood. We aren't offered a health plan or lunch breaks, but we can eat as much candy as we want...
And so, the obligatory photos. Beware...painful cuteness ahead.
I know it's blurry, but I love this picture!
I bought her an angel costume (which is ironic) but of course, she decided she wanted to be a princess/fairy using the dress up clothes we already had. (And snow boots.) Of course.
The puppy, whom everyone thought was a lamb, Darth Vadar without his mask and the not-an-angel.
Mommy and the serious dalmation. I was going to dress up as a Geisha and had my hair up and the outfit on, but the makeup did me in. I just didn't have the time, nor the patience. Maybe next year...(That's my hubby in the back wearing his teddy bear blanket cape.)
My brother...official holder of the light saber, darth vadar mask, coats and hats.
I just liked the way these lights looked.
Hope everyone had a safe and fun Halloween!