Halloween!

Oh, what fun Halloween is when you have little ones!  Before I had even thought about Halloween costumes for the fall, I spotted a 2T Ladybug at a consignment sale for $5.  It took less than 5 seconds to decide that Margaret would be a ladybug this year:)  A few weeks later, we asked Andrew what he wanted to be.  Without skipping a beat, he said he wanted to be a football player and that he wanted to be a cheerleader. Of course!  Why hadn't I already thought of that!  But since Margaret was already covered, we somehow talked him out of that and he said he really, really, really wanted to be Buzz again.  And since his Buzz outfit from last year still fit...done deal!  The $5 Halloween was on! 

Saturday before Halloween, we went to a schoolmate's party and carved our two big pumpkins.  Down a pig tale and with knife in hand, Margaret was pretty scary, but fairly helpful:)


While I was at work on Sunday, Michael helped them carve their little pumpkins that we had gotten at the Greenfield Farm the day before, where we had a great hayride in a HUGE tractor, a fun stroll through the corn maze, saw lots of farm animals upclose, enjoyed neat slides and spider webs, and also forgot to take the camera.


Andrew looks a bit like Tony Soprano here and Margaret seriously looks stoned, but we had two cute little jackolanterns to show for it and Michael promised me they actually had fun!

Think they were excited?!?



Excited to be dressed and ready to head across the street for the neighbors' annual Halloween Open House - chili, beer and hot dogs. Yum, yum!

Learning how to Trick or Treat...and always say "Thank you" and "Bye-Bye" after receiving candy:)



Andrew showing Margaret the ropes.



Margaret, as if to say, "Hey!  It works!"



 

 

Back from Trick or Treating, it was time to teach Margaret how to pass out candy at our house.  

 



Margaret very concerned about the Mum trying to grab her personal space.


Making funny faces with Daddy is the fun part!

 

And after all of the excitement, the night ended surprisingly well.  Margaret dutifully went to bed and Andrew headed up when it was time with zero complaints...and only ONE piece of candy all night!  He seemed to buy our argument that if he ate only one piece now, there would be a piece a day for him to eat for a very, very long time!  I'll admit we were patting ourselves on the back for getting that one to fly with a 4.5-yr-old!