Last night we headed over to our relatives home and spent some time with our nephews and niece as they trick-or-treated. I was some sort of cat/tiger thing and husband was some version of the cowboy Woody from Toy Story which mostly meant he wore a plastic hat and said "there's a snake in my boot" more times than anyone cared to hear it. Bella was the sweetest little shark--- not including when we were driving through the neighborhood and she stuck her head out of the window to bark at all the kids (she is tough stuff when she is in the car). My real intention behind going over was to nab some of the candy the kids got, and after three packets of sour patch kids I found myself in a war with my two year old nephew trying to convince him to hand over one of his reese's pieces. In the end he won when he yelled "NO ASSWEE DATS MINE! ITS NOT YOURS!" Here are a few pictures from our night!
|husband yelling "there's a snake in my boot" for the millionth time|
|taunting me with the reese's... REAL cool.|
|bella: "I LOVE going treat-or-treating!"|
|the two year old who totally won the candy fight.|
|bella got all treats, no tricks!|
Hope you all had a safe and fun holiday!
And thanks to everyone who took the time to read a pretty heavy & personal post yesterday! Once again, your sweet comments and prayers mean soooo so much!