Sunday, November 1, 2009
Well, where else can your kids run around as half-naked little cherubs on Halloween but Miami? They have the perfect curls, the perfect chub, (they didn't act like the perfect angels, but whatever), 90 degrees, and there you have it. (And I sort of learned my lesson after everyone was sweating to death last year in their costumes.)
And of course our little cowboy.
Here with his preschool teacher.
Even though he chose his own costume, he is, as ever, a most unwilling subject as you can see and spent most of the day riding around like this in revolt.
Luckily he cheered up a bit Halloween night.
Checking out their costumes.
We went to the ward trunk or treat party where the twins were screaming rotten for the first hour.
They perked up a bit when we went outside to trick-or-treat, but were pretty skeptical of the whole candy business. They only lasted a couple of cars on that,
until they found the car with the glowing pumpkins and then stayed there the rest of the night.
Not a great video but I had a hard time getting a good still shot, and those glowing pumpkins saved Halloween from being an utter screaming and miserable mess.
Keeping their angelic chub up with a mouth full of candy.
I'll be honest, Halloween is not my favorite holiday. I find it stressful and seem to notice a pattern emerging from this of stress-induced marital arguments trying to get everyone ready and out the door and remembering all our stuff resulting us being being in a bad mood most of the evening. I'm just glad it's over and now we can get on with the real holidays. Like my birthday. :) Oh yeah, and Thanksgiving and Christmas too.
Thankfully at least the pictures will make my memories brighter, huh?