Halloween

All three of us have been sick this week with a nasty cold that's been going around (thank you daycare) and mine unfortunately turned into a sinus infection. So, hence the late Halloween post. Without furter adieu. . .

We kicked off our Halloween with carving our pumpkin the day before and putting some finishing touches on our decor outside. The weather has been wild here with rain one day then mid 70 degree weather the next. Needless to say a lot of the Halloween decorations weren't doing so hot in our neighborhood after the last rain. In past year's, Brian and I would buy two pumpkins and we would both carve but this year we decided to just get one big one and Brian handled the dirty work.

Wesley got the biggest kick out of watching his Daddy carve the pumpkin, but what was an even bigger hit was when we let him stick his hands in the "pumpkin guts" afterward.






We invited my parents over on Sunday for dinner and to participate in Wesley's first Halloween. The yummy chili that we had cooking in the crock pot all day filled the house with an amazing aroma. The Giant's game was on that night as well (World Series) so my dad was basically going to be glued to the television once the game started. After we all ate dinner (no chili for Wesley) it was time to hold our breathe and put on the Halloween costume. We really weren't sure what the reaction from Wesley was going to be. . .

Our little monkey with his Daddy.

Ummm, did you happen to see the banana sticking out the right side of the costume?

We couldn't get a good picture of him standing in the costume or sitting for that matter. Poor kid looks miserable. . .

OK - I'm ready for some SERIOUS Trick-or-Treating!


Wesley, my mom and I headed out for a little bit of Trick-or-Treating and left Dad and Brian home to answer the door and watch the Giant's game. The first stop was to visit a house around the corner where my friend Jenn (and her family) live. After we visited them for a bit, we hit a few houses on our street where we knew the neighbors. By the time we got to the third house, Wesley got the hang of reaching into the candy bucket and pulling out candy. Unfortunately, he then threw the candy to the ground - but hey baby steps, right? He was really "into" it and being out when it was dark with some house being decorated scarily didn't bother him one bit. The kid has no fear. We headed home after awhile because I was carrying him most of the way (all 30 pounds of him), it was getting late and we were fighting the beginning stages of our colds.

Too bad he couldn't eat any of the candy he scored. Until next year. . .