I was looking forward to Halloween this year but really didn't have high expectations. I knew we would take Theo to a handful of houses and assumed that he would be over it and want to eat all the candy as soon as he saw it drop in his jack-o-lantern bucket.
Y'all. He loved it! We went first to our next door neighbors so they could see both boys in their cute costumes, then took Dexter back to the house to pass out candy with Nana. We live in an older neighborhood with beautiful trees that were covered in gorgeous yellows, reds, and oranges. The sky was blue. The air was crisp. Perfect setting for trick-or-treating.
Before we set out, Theo was saying "trick-or-treat" perfectly, but of course when we showed up on a stranger's door, he just stood there and stared at them blankly. I think he did say it once or twice. He watched as the candy fell in his bucket or carefully selected his piece if the candy bowl was offered to him, then he would turn around and start heading to the next house. We had to turn him around and prompt him to say "thank you" every time. He loved all the decorations and I thanked the neighbors that went all out with creepy skeletons, spider webs, and cackling witches.
We started just after 6pm and Theo was still going strong at 7:30, but it was time for Dexter to eat and Theo needed to start getting ready for bed. At the end of the night, I was so happy. I don't think I ever had more fun trick-or-treating as a kid than I did last night with my own kid. Loved it with my whole big mommy heart. Now I can't wait for Dexter to be a bigger part of it next year. We had a blast.
Just another failed attempt at a family photo.
Our little hot dog. The top is supposed to be over his head, but he wouldn't leave it that way - not even long enough for a picture!
Mommy and her hot dog.
Cheeseburger boy, checking out his goodies!
Theo wanted to walk the whole time. Houses in our neighborhood are not close together and the driveways are long. He didn't care. I kept asking me if he wanted me to carry him. "No!" I asked him if he wanted me to carry his bucket. "No!" What an independent little boy my baby has become.