This past week the kids got to have their first Halloween together. In all fairness, we dressed Xavier up last year, but we just stayed at home and passed out candy. It was fun (for Josh and I) to see him all dressed up, but I honestly think the little guy could have cared less… That was last year.
This year was an entirely different story. Right before Halloween, we all came down with the flu, so we didn’t know whether or not the kids would even be able to go. Thankfully, we all recovered pretty quickly and with just a couple days left on the calendar, we made our way to Children’s Place and found the cutest, matching costumes ever. Both bambinos were dressed as baby ducklings (NOT CHICKENS!!!) and looked adorable. The costumes were all fluffy and had padding in the middle to make Xavier and Ali look round(er). People kept telling us how cute our little girls were all night long…We’re pretty sure that once Xavier gets older and sees the pictures, he’ll hold it against us for the rest of our lives.
So, we set out from our little house with two baby ducklings nestled in our big red Radio Flyer wagon. Both duckies were happily settled, comfortable in their ridiculously hot costumes in the eighty-degree weather. For one brief fleeting moment, it seemed the night would be peaceful, stress-free completely enjoyable. …And then the mayhem ensued.
Once we started going up to houses, Xavier quickly learned how to hold his little pumpkin bucket up and pick out some candy. He ran from the sidewalk up to the doorways without us even having to direct him. A lot of people just dropped candy into his pumpkin, but every once in awhile someone would let Xavier pick his own piece of candy. And then the judgement would begin as Xavier would pick through the candy slowly and meticulously, just to assure that he found the largest piece he could. Then he’d look up at the kind sugar-bearer, slowly drop his find into his bucket, and then he’d turn around and book it back down the driveway and to the next house. It was hilarious to watch, especially given that his little ducky hat would bob as he ran, and his wings would flap. Also hilarious was the sight of our little boy, running around in tights… Yes, that’s right. Tights.
Despite being hauled around in the wagon all evening, Ali seemed to enjoy most of our outing. She would smile as people complimented her costume, grin as they said how pretty she was… and then scream and cry when she finally pooped. Once her diaper was dirty the only way to keep her from crying was to carry her. So, for a while, it seemed Josh got the short end of the stick and had to carry Ali, while pulling he wagon, and I got to follow after Xavier. Just as I was about to gloat… It happened. Xavier ran out of steam. It was almost bedtime, and he’d just run the toddler-equivalent of a 5k race. And since Josh was already carrying Ali, and Xavier wanted held, I got to carry the other baby duckling the rest of the way home. (It kind of sounds like the ending to a cute little story huh?)
It was perfect. I know… I made it sound like a crazy night-and it was-but that’s just the way we like things around here.
Enjoy the pictures.