Trick-or-Treating

Halloween night this year was COLD. We only got about half of the trick-or-treaters that we usually get. Our street is perfect for trick-or-treating, there's hardly any traffic and the number of homes make it a perfect length for small kids. They usually come back half-way and eat the ice cream that one guy always passes out (as if it wasn't cold enough) and some hot cocoa and then hit some homes on the next street of the people that we know. I love halloween night. It's one of the only times that Josh takes the kids and I have the place to myself- well, me and a semi-constant stream of little monsters, angels and witches with your occasional non-dressed up teenager looking for a hand-out. If Nora looks sad in some of the pictures, it's because she was. I couldn't believe it. She actually cried on her favorite night of the year because her mean mother made her wear a coat. "No one will be able to tell that I'm a witch!" By the time she got home she was so cold and grateful that I had forced her into a coat and gloves that she thanked me with a snickers bar. Sweet!