To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

What a Night

We only moved into this neighborhood a couple of months ago plus the fact that trick-or-treating was falling on a school night and I wasn't sure what to expect last night. But we had a great time and man, we have lots of kids in our neighborhood! Abby was happy to meet up with a little girl that she went to school with last year and Sam made a new friend. Sam's new friend has a little sister that Claire buddied up with and at various times we were part of a rather large group. It really was fun and made more so because my Mom came and went out with us. Rob stayed home this year and gave the kids a hard time passed out the candy.
Abby went as a cowgirl with a super fast invisible horse.


Claire was a ballerina bride but she darted around like a little fairy all night. Those blue eyes and that blond hair just seem to enchant people for some reason. Which is good because she'd press her face as close to the front doors as she could and yell "Trick or treat" instead of knocking.

Emmie decided at the last minute that maybe she wasn't too old to trick or treat this year and pieced together a sad hobo outfit.

Sam was Mario and pretty much the hit of the neighborhood.

You see this is his kind of holiday. You get to talk to everybody.  And you can peer curiously into their houses when they open the door but nobody cares. And they give you candy. But it really isn't about getting the candy because he gave away as much as he got. If the little kids looked cute to Sam he gave them candy from his bucket. If they were excited to see Mario they got a high five and candy from his bucket. Plus he remembered to say 'thank-you' at each and every house and the grown ups thought that was a big deal. Once we we got back to the house he would practically knock you down to answer the door when kids came.
Some of the houses were really decked out and a couple of them even had creepy music playing.


My sad little hobo was cheered up quite a bit with the gift of a giant pixie stick.

All in all they got a ton of candy that I will dole out the next several days. Rob made the kids tithe all the whoopers and butterfingers into a bucket for him :-) Personally, he can have the whoopers (ick) and he probably won't miss a butterfinger here or there. I am disappointed in the lack of reese's but the number of little packs of twizzlers did help ease the pain.
(This is only half the table. The amount of sugar in my house right now is ridiculous.)
I do have one question though. Who in the world thought it was okay to make kit kats orange? That is just so wrong.

1 comments:

iarepilotswife said...

Your son just cracks me up. LOVE his costume!