Something to know about me: I always have house envy. Like, no matter how great and perfect and cozy and wonderful my house is, I always want MOAR house.
When we lived in an apartment, I could not wait to buy a condo. When we did finally buy a townhouse, I couldn’t wait to have a house in a neighborhood. Now? I want a giant house (which is not happening before the kids go to college and then our house will feel giant because there won’t be any kids— my rational mind knows this, and, yet).
ANYWAY, I bring this up to note that when we had a townhouse/condo, I was SO SAD on Halloween because we really couldn’t trick or treat our neighborhood. We went to community events with the boys and went to friends’ neighborhoods instead, but I felt like a Halloween fraud and just wanted to give my kids the same ToT experience I had as a kid— swarms of costumed children lightly supervised collecting pancreas-shattering amounts of candy by just gathering friends and stepping outside their own front door. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR??
No— not in our current cozy perfect house, anyway. We have THE BEST trick or treating neighborhood— truly a fall dream come true.
Is it weird that our high school senior is handing out airplane bottles of whiskey to adults while his grandparent-age parents walk their 3 year-old around the block? MAYBE. Is it awesome that our high school sophomore is in charge of his middle school and elementary school siblings? DEFINITELY.
(I told Dorothy and Cooper that next year, they can have a Halloween party— or at least use our house as a home base to eat pizza and meet up before and after, but this year it was fun to watch them giddy with the thought of no parental supervision and SO MUCH CANDY on their horizon.)
(I only bought full size candy bars because I thought it would stop me from eating candy the night of and the days leading up to the big event— AND I WAS RIGHT!! Unfortch, the rest of the fam had no reservations, and I bought 5 boxes of Costco candy bars because I had to restock. LOL LOL LOL.)
Dorothy had one more dance dress up day, and she went classic pig:
Harry decided at 10:45 on Monday that he needed a costume for school
He’s an honors student, you guys.
























































