Some of the neighborhood kiddos at the annual Halloween pre-trick or treat party.
Caleb as a 'killer clown'.
Stella and Miles. Army guy and Flora the Fairy.
My computer monitor blew up leaving me temporarily stranded in the big bad real world. It was not fun.
I am thinking about 'accidentally' leaving my back gate open so my dog can 'accidentally' escape and find another family to torment.
You would not believe all of the stuff this dog can eat. The kicker was last week when I poured myself my beloved bowl of Special K with berries and was distracted by the general chaos for a moment, and he stuck his big mush in my cereal and quickly sucked down as much as possible.
If you see a brown and white dog running down the street, think twice before taking him in.
It will never happen. He has been left out front several hundred times by the kids and he is always there, nose pressed to the front window, "let me in, I'm hungry."
Enough about the dog.
We had a great Halloween. The kids were over their sicknesses and healthy enough to run the neighborhood and gorge themselves on all the treats they could carry.
We actually let Caleb go on his own with a group of kids this year. We live on a big figure eight and they stayed on the figure eight and were generally somewhere within our view. He thought it was the coolest thing ever. The first taste of freedom and a giant Hershey bar. Life doesn't get much better in the world of a 9 year old.
Stella and Miles actually fizzled out after the first loop and asked to pass out candy instead of walking anymore.
My Mom and Sister dressed up like a witch and vampire and took maybe too much pleasure in scaring the kids that came around.
There was one group of high school boys that were dressed as the Jets from "West side Story" and they came snapping up the driveway only to be stopped in their tracks by Mom and Sister, who soaking wet don't have a combined weight over 150lbs, but apparently make for a mean witch and vampire.
It was a good night. Enjoyed by all. Even the Jets, who eventually worked up the nerve to take candy from the witch.
I so envy you your neighborhood, ours is very fuddy duddy(sp?) no pre Hallowen fun here. :(
ReplyDeleteWhen you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way
ReplyDeleteFrom your first Raisinet to your last Milky Way!
When you're a Jet, and you say "Trick or Treat"
All your neighbors will give you some good stuff to eat.
We're ringing your bell, so give us some Gobstoppers;
We really like Pez, M and M's and Whoppers.
When you're a Jet, you will never throw up,
Even if you mix Pop Rocks with flat Seven Up.
When you're a Jet, every Snickers is yours,
When you go on the porches and knock on the doors,
When you're a Jet . . . you . . . stay . . . a . . . JEEEETTTTT!
Or something.
Whoa! What kind of neighborhood do ya'll live in? That is so incredible!
ReplyDeleteViv and Chris Tea -- Our neighborhood ROCKS. I never thought I would become such close friends with my neighbors, but we have. A lot of wonderful people.
ReplyDeleteKnucklehead -- The poor Jets. People kept calling them the Jonas Brothers.