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Halloween, 2013

Halloween this year was a bit of a disappointment for our family.  Because we were so incredibly busy, we didn't even open our five 55-gallon tubs of Halloween decorations, and we most definitely did NOT throw a party.  I believe the last time this happened was in 1857 ;-)

Johannah decided to take the matter into her own hands however.  One afternoon after school, she swung by Wegman's and brought home a pumpkin for each of us to carve.  We have omitted this activity from our past five Halloweens, and she wasn't going to let her last Halloween at home miss it again.  Finding time to carve them was a bit of an issue, but it happened, thanks to her perseverance.

As another final hurrah for trick-or-treating, Hannah went crazy and bought a costume last month.  As she says, this could be her final night of trick-or-treating, and she was going to have a store-bought costume!  No going as a grim reaper (made from a robe), or as a cat (painting whiskers on her face).  She was having a store-bought costume, gosh darn it!

Aunt Meg had introduced My Little Pony to the girls over the summer.  They have basically lived and breathed everything MLP for the past few months, watching every show and even getting MLP lunch boxes for their birthdays.  When they saw the costumes at Hot Topic, it was a done deal.  $45 for ears and a tail ;-)

Hannah as Pinkie Pie, and Glo as Rainbow Dash
A lot of kids get together with other kids to go trick-or-treating.  My kids each tried this once, and all of them have sworn to never do it again.  They were brought up on John's philosophy of trick-or-treating: run full out for two hours (rain, snow or shine), and come back with a bag so heavy with candy that your arm hurts from having to carry it.  No socializing for them!  There are some ways that John has pushed the kids through the years that have brought resentment (Ethan, have you done your running yet?), but not this!  The kids don't want to go trick-or-treating with anyone but John!

We've perfected this technique a bit through the years.  We now drive a car close by so that when the bags get too full, the kids can dump what they have in the car and keep running.  Too, Glo never forgets the time trick-or-treating in Florida when she just about died from dehydration; she now brings a water bottle in her bag.  Too, no costume should require anything that will slow one down or destroy the essence of the costume.  Despite the fact that it was raining here in PA on Halloween (cold rain even), the girls went out with no coat and running shoes.

Of course, John exacts his candy tithe for taking the girls.  They are good about picking out all of the Almond Joys and Babe Ruths for him, and they even throw in the occasional peanut butter cup.  While the girls nurse their candy until Easter, John blows through his in one night of game playing.  And he wonders why he doesn't have any intact teeth ;-)

It doesn't get any better than this:




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