A happy Halloween

This was the first year we anticipated Emery would really "get" Halloween and, happily, the day did not disappoint.

On Halloween morning Emery found the snowsuit she wore when she was not even 1 year old and for a moment. Later in the day she tried it on again and I feared she would prefer to be a purple snow bunny rather than a pink fairy ... and then how would I explain it all to Henny, who bought her the fairy costume?

That afternoon we headed up to the attic for a little costume fun with Anna Kimball, who's been fighting a cold and fiercely fighting her naps. She was due for a 5pm meltdown and a 5:30pm bedtime, so she had her Halloween fun VERY early.

Fortunately our pink fairy decided to make an appearance, despite the fact that by then she had officially acquired Anna Kimball's cold and was a bit droopy by the end of the day.

 I don't know what melts my heart more ... this picture or,

this picture. AHH!!

According to Matt, Emery didn't really get into the whole affair and wanted to come home after one house. He managed to cajole her into visiting several more houses before returning to the homefront to hand out candy to quite literally hundreds of trick or treaters. Actually, 104 to be exact. And I ran out of candy after just one hour.

Here Emery is with our dear neighbors. Sadly, not too many children recognize Lucille Ball these days.

Considering Emery only visited about six houses, I didn't have a huge dilemma on my hands when it came to determining how much to let her indulge in her loot and how much to reign her in. This morning, she wanted to look at her candy right away and was particularly intrigued by the Ring Pop she snagged from a neighbor who had a basket of "special" candy for the trick-or-treaters she liked most.

Well, this neighbor sure knows the way to Emery's sweet heart. She licked away on her cherry diamon for a few hours this morning and then we had to put it away for a bit. After nap it immediately returned to her finger, where it remained until bathtime this evening. And there is still a sliver of ring left to be licked clean away in the morning!

I feel like I can be a little too strict at times when it comes to things like treats and candy, so I give myself kudos for letting her dig in at 7am this morning. Maybe tomorrow she'll get Skittles with her cereal instead of raisins ... or maybe not. I'm not that laidback.