College Heights church had a trunk or treat set up in their parking lot. This wold make the fourth trunk or treat my kids managed to hit this Halloween season. I'm looking to donate about 20 pounds of candy to the first person that can take it off my hands without implicating me in the disappearance!
I rushed home from Wesley's matinee performance, threw a pizza in the oven and got ready to change the girls into their costumes when they declared they were already "tired" of their costumes and wanted to wear something else. Fine, whatever. They invaded their dress-up stash and Carigan decided to be a bride (plucking a bouquet of fake flowers from her bathroom) and Anna Kate decided to be a gymnast... specifically because she didn't want to be hot and that ballet flats would be comfortable for walking. Since the girls were swapping costumes, I attempted to get Tate to wear the pumpkin costume Wesley wore at his age. It was a no go. The boy loves his alien hat. Tate waved at strangers like he was in a parade. Cracked me up:
I'm shocked that Carigan was brave enough to go up and take candy from this guy! Tate decided to stay in the safe confines of his wagon.
Grace was home when we knocked on her door! The girls were so excited to see her. Claire was in the musical with Wesley, so she missed trick or treating as well. Grace was just getting ready to head out, but they were going to hit the church first, and we'd already been. We should have just tagged along anyway, because Anna Kate spent the rest of trick-or-treating whining she wanted to find Grace, so we went on a futile hunt. Carigan simultaneously whined that she wanted to find Kenna (another friend in our neighborhood). But both of them were pretty much drowned out by Tate's wagon-pulling tantrums. You're welcome, Lake Morton Historic District. Rogers Family has come to town!
Our last peaceful stop before the wagon drama.^ Tate decided he didn't care to sit in the wagon anymore. He wanted to pull it:
And he didn't want anyone else to help. This was his reaction to Grandma attempting to help him pull it down the street.
What's a toddler to do when repeated attempts to remove Grandma's hand from the handle fail? Amp the tantrum up to arched-back mode, of course! This continued for a whole block. I would pry Tate from the wagon handle and hold him under my arm like a football until we got to the next house. Then I would plop him down and hand him his bucket and he would run up the walkway and say trick or treat as if his puppy had just died. Then he would run back to the wagon and resume his tantrum. Then we would repeat the cycle. People were pretty amused that Tate would pause his tantrum just long enough to say trick or treat and then run back to the wagon crying. There was really only one way to break the cycle... Don't judge:
This historic home looked so much like a real haunted house! I think it's being renovated. No on was home but there was a bucket of candy on the porch. Carigan got so spooked she spilled her entire bag of candy up there.
Pretty sure this is the first time in history that Halloween has fallen on the night of the time change. Partially in an attempt to keep them from waking me up early and ruining the one and only benefit of falling back, I let them wait up for Wesley and Daddy to get home from closing night. I gave them baths and I finally took out Anna Kate's hair wrap from Myrtle Beach. So glad Grandma could be here to spend Halloween with us!
