DH was sitting reading "Harold and the Purple Crayon" (Crockett Johnson) to Jillian (great book, we highly recommend it). She picked the book out herself a couple of weeks ago and wants it read quite frequently. She has obviously thought a little about it. He read her this page:
DH: But, luckily, he kept his wits and his purple crayon.
Jillian: Daddy?
DH: Yes?
Jillian: Where are his wits? Are they inside his pyjamas or in his pocket?
As ususal, Halloween was a fun occasion in these parts. The girls had a countdown going for quite a while before the big day. Neither of their schools allowed the kids to dress in costumes to school but both had "Black and Orange" days. My mother sent them each a cute shirt and I bought them ribbons with witches on them to tie in their hair and they went off to school happy.
Daniel had no school to attend but he dressed in his Halloween shirt anyway and I whipped up a pumpkin hat for him at the last minute (from the Fiber Trends Patrick's Pumpkin pattern):
Claire's school also does not allow any 'treats' as there are so many kids with food allergies. I made her a batch of fancy Halloween cookies for her own lunchbag and she took them to school for days before and after Halloween:
Next year, I won't make headstones. I started myself on a morbid, slippery slope when I tried to answer the almost 5-year-old's "what's that?" as the pointed at the little decorated headstone.
Jillian's school had a little potluck and I signed up to make cookies for her class. I had a lot of fun making, and later eating, these guys:
The girls picked out their costumes early this year. Claire wanted to be a butterfly and Jillian wanted to be a ladybug and Old Navy had both costumes (variations on one another). I used to sew costumes but it is long, hard work and so I went on hiatus. They were so excited:
Daniel was a tiger for trick-or-treating. This photo required a spotter and a fast shutter finger:
The girls had a blast trick-or-treating. More so than in previous years. Claire immediately started analyzing what sorts of treats she was getting. One woman dropped a Kool-Aid Jammer into her bag. While the woman was still there she looked at me and said "that lady put something WEIRD in my bag". Oh the horror! Jillian would go to a door and get her treat then spin on her heel and squeal "Let's go to another one!" and streak up the sidewalk to the next house. Daniel sat in the stroller and grinned at people. It was fun.
In the daytime, we took the kids on some Halloween visits and he wore another costume. I, for obvious reasons, LOVED this getup:
RIBBIT!
