Call me crazy {you probably have before, huh?}, but I love…LOVE…that we live in a historic downtown. I love that so many of our neighbors are friends. And I love that all the houses MM trick-or-treated at were old homes that have seen decades upon decades of little goblins, ghouls, witches, and brown bears in corduroy overalls.
…even if it means walking and walking and walking while MM “drove” her little pink car down one tree-lined street after another. This ain’t no subdivision–in our little downtown you work off those candy calories pretty easily.
So here are the pictures in chronological order…I think you can definitely can see the more chocolate MM ate by the more haphazard her costume became as the night wore on.
Ready to go! {This is a picture of someone on a mission for chocolate!}
First step: getting her candy from Memaw in our carriage house.
Walking up to Mr. Steve + Ms. Jill’s front door.
Not only did she get treats, but also a stuffed horse!
On the road…err, sidewalk…again.
Those steps look awfully big for such a small girl.
…at some point her ears got broken {won’t name names, MM}.
She LOVED ringing doorbells and knocking on doors. Not as much as the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups she got, but close.
At first she was scared to death of the rat, but after awhile she was his friend.
A little rest for the weary trick-or-treaters {notice that crazed sugar-induced look in her eyes? Uhm, yeah, she snacked A LOT tonight.}
And one last house. Aunt Jen-Jen and Mamaw came and picked her up so the rest of us could stay and have our annual Halloween dinner.
This was the best Halloween yet…and I think it’s only going to get better. Can’t wait.
Such fun! She is growing by leaps and bounds; isn’t she?!