The boys made it to 4 houses last night. Two of them being Grandparents. It was a lot of fun getting the boys dressed up and heading out with their bucket. Yes, a single bucket. Not sure where the 2nd bucket went, lost somewhere between our house and stop number one.. A lonely felt pumpkin is probably rolling around Northeast as I type this.
We hang out for awhile and Lincoln, you know, TAKES HIS FIRST STEPS! Wyatt says it was pretty lame but everyone else cheered. He has yet to repeat this feat.
Next stop? Grandma Julie’s!
The temperature dropped dramatically and we really contemplated NOT taking the boys out to the neighbors. After one of the neighbors brought her kids by and said the magic words “blanket sleeper” I snapped to reality and remembered I LIVE IN MINNESOTA! It’s completely acceptable and pretty much standard that if you are trick or treating you probably can’t move all of your limbs because you have so many layers under your costume! So off came the costumes and on went the layers before we stuffed the boys back into their new persona’s and headed off into the night. We only hit up two houses, they were nearing bedtime at this point and ready to hit the hay. We skipped stopping by Target to show them off because they both passed out as soon as they were strapped into their carseats. Too much fun I guess.
You know you are in the country when the trick or treater’s are being chauffeured around in wagons pulled by 4-wheelers. It was pretty funny and definitely warranted in this cold weather. The rural answer to the minivan drop-offs I guess.
I can’t wait for next year. I’m thinking Abraham Lincoln and Wyatt Earp…