I haven't been trick or treating with a friend in a long time. Paul and I just usually take the kids out by ourselves. But, this year, Paul was out of town FOR THE THIRD WEEKEND in October! What?! (I'm not bitter.) (I just leaving next weekend and going to Chicago to visit my friend, Gina and meet her new baby, Lucy.) (And, then.... I may or I may not come back?)
So, the kids and I went over to my friend, Janae's to trick or treat. They grilled out some hamburgers and hotdogs. We got the kids dressed up. Janae's husband, Michael, and I walked around with the kids begging for candy. Then we went back, the kids ate who knows how much candy... while we adults sat out by a bonfire and talked. It was so fun!! Here are some pics:
Michael thought Emme should have gone as a Chinese take out container... so he gave her one. VERY soon we are going to have to stop the silly jokes because she's going to start understanding... but, until then...
Michael, eating the contents of the box. I think he was going to try to stuff Emme in it, but her forgot.
Emme and her best buddy. I hate that this picture is blurry. Why, oh why, do I have so many camera issues? At least I remembered my camera, batteries and the camera card. Nothing short of a miracle.
Emme LOVED wearing her costume. I have had to put it back on her several times this week.
Janae making her youngest into Sharpay from High School Musical.
Jackson.... Clearly, the mask wasn't working out so well for him. I feel like in every picture he is holding his head at an odd angle.
A skeleton, a 50's girl, a doctor and a bee... interesting combination.
This is my favorite picture. Michael in the background trying to get Janae's grandpa to come to the door.
Some lady saw Emme in the road waiting in the wagon... so she comes running out of her house, "Is that a baby??? I've got stuff for a baby!!" She gave her Goldfish, Teddy Grams, Applesauce and peaches. That should do Emme for... a good week. Emme was very content sitting all smug in her wagon.
Soo... it was a great night BUT because it's my story... there always has to be some drama. I mean .. what would one of my stories be like without the weird drama?
I pulled in the driveway. The kids were tired and cranky. I'm tired from being a single mom... blah, blah, blah! I push the button to get the garage door up, it goes up about 6 inches and comes back down. I did it about 261 more times because... well, you just never know what the magic number might be. About that time, it occurred to me that I didn't have a key to my own house. I called my neighbor. We had given them a key to hold for us in the past, but we needed it once and never gave it back. Surprise!
Our neighbor came over anyway with a bag of keys and low and behold, one worked!! THe Hallelujah chorus started playing in the background! 20 minutes after pulling in the driveway, we were in the house.
We found out yesterday that our garage door needs a new $200 coil. It's a good thing my Father (in heaven) owns the cattle on a thousand hills cause he's gonna have to sell a few and give out of his glorious riches to his kids down here. We're not setting the financial world on fire right now!