This is a partial shot pile of kids at the Halloween party last night at the Sarcastic Journalist's house. Ellie was clawing frantically to get away from the group, using those cute pink boots to their full advantage: As SJ says in today's post, at her house there were: seven kids under 4 years old, four frantic Moms trying to keep the kids from stepping/crawling over each other, one laid back Dad that wanted to talk about Zombies and drink pumpkin beer, and one single, kidless guy that vowed to use condoms for the rest of his life. Nothing says 'use more birth control' like a big ol' pile of kids.
My munchkin went as a duck, seen here in the rare moment that he let me keep his hood on:Really, he was dang cute. Even if the stupid kids at Jack-in-the-Box on the way to the Whitelands kept calling him a chicken. Clearly, he is a baby duck - NOT A CHICKEN!
Today, I'm all sore, achy, and itchy. It was 80 degrees and very humid last night when we went out trick-or-treating in SJ's hood. Very few of the houses (even those with Halloween decorations!) were passing out candy. Zacster was in his stroller and I was in my work clothes, sweating from standing in the sticky night air. I was stupid and stopped at a fast food restaurant for lunch yesterday on my way back from meeting with my contract employers. Yep, I'm now working full-time at one place and writing for another place. Sleep is overrated.
Unfortunately, it took us an hour and a half to drive 30 miles up to the Whitelands last night. Zac had a meltdown in the backseat: he was hungry and tired. I had to stop and get him so food so I pulled into yet another fast food place. I wanted to get to the party so instead of feeding him dinner at the restaurant, I gave him his burger and some fries in his carseat. He went nuts. It looks like there was a bread massacre in my back seat.
I guess I should have heeded the warning: