As a result of all the years I spent making elaborate costumes and decorating the house and the yard and taking my children trick-or-treating in all kinds of weather, ALL of my children have grown up to love Halloween as well. They just can't wait to dress up and show off their clever costumes.
I do not understand how some of my children—children birthed by me in long hard hours of labor—do not love Halloween as much as I do. Must be a throwback to some recessive Halloween-hating gene.
Some of them do make a token effort to participate in the joy of the season . . .
This was McKenna's costume—a demon hand that eats and then regurgitates Hot Wheels cars. Baby Shrek thinks it's hilarious.
The highlight of the evening was when I got tricksy-treated by my grandbabies. Baby Shrek, who was going to be Bumblebee the Transformer, had a wardrobe malfunction. So he came as a lion.
And here—a close-up on that sweet little face.
And here he is stealing more candy. He filled his bucket, then threw a fit when his mom put most of it back.
Baby Burrito was supposed to be a pirate. Aunt Suan sent him the cutest pirate costume.
As you can see, Baby Burrito had ideas of his own. Here he is as a cute little appendage growing out of his dad's side. That's where he stayed most of the time. He didn't care for all the costumes.
And since he refused to put on his pirate costume, Momma wore it.
Doesn't she look awesome?
Daddy is dressed as a Party Pooper. I think he got that one just right. (Love you, Kris.)
Christopher did me proud this year—dressing up with gusto and enthusiasm.
I love my teeth. A lady at Wal-Mart thought they were real! But I have to admit that by the time this photo was taken, I was starting to wilt.
They were my only trick-or-treaters of the night. (I hate Trunk or Treat.)
And now another Halloween is done. I have 364 more days to plan next year's costume . . .
Now playing on my iPod: I Can't Wait by Hillary Duff