Halloween has come and gone. Samantha wore her costume a total of 3 times and threw a tantrum each time I put it on her. I know, how horrible am I?
The week before Halloween, the Moms Group at church had a Halloween party. I decided to go since it was in the late afternoon, and she could have a go at wearing her costume. Once we got to the party, she was fine. She loved eating the apple slices, running around with the other kids, and eating more apples. She got a bag full of goodies too.
On Friday the 30th, Hoover had a Family Fun Night at the nearby park. Once again, it was trauma as the costume went on. At the park, we got to eat a hotdog, go through a trick-or-treat line, go on a hayride, and I was going to try to stay for the movie, but it got late.
Then the big day. It was a mostly normal Saturday until the doorbell rang at 4:30. Yes, it was early, but it was a neighbor. Samantha had just gotten up from her nap and wasn’t in her costume yet. Brian was outside cleaning the fleet, so I figured I’d put her costume on (the. horror.) and go outside. As it got later, I asked if she wanted to go on a walk, and she said “yes.” We walked up the street and as soon as I started to go up a driveway to ring a doorbell, “no, no, no!” rings throughout the street. Brian was still outside (at our house) and noted later that he heard the screaming down there. Once she realized that people would put a bowl of candy in front of her, she was much more inclined to go up and ring the doorbell. She never did say “trick or treat,” and she wanted me to hold her as we got close to the door, but she did enjoy her evening I think. We came in and had dinner. (I know, backwards order.) Afterwards, she picked out some Peanut M&Ms. I don’t know if she had ever had them before, but I think she liked them.