Halloween

First the breaking news. Molly just took eight steps!!! She didn't even fall at the end. Jim and I were sitting in the living room talking and she just took one tiny step after another across the floor. I think my counting distracted her. She turned around to look at me and then plopped down. Wow. I can't believe that just happened.

Anyway, Halloween.
We never got Molly fully into her costume because, as we came to realize, she's a baby. Babies don't like putting strange things on their heads that they don't understand, let alone entire costumes. She did keep the sock monkey hat on longer than she keeps sun hat on, though, so that was fun. Here's our monkey in a cage (aka at the top of the steps behind the baby gate).


Jim volunteered for baby duty last night and I worked the door. We started with about 160 pieces of candy and, for the first time ever, had to turn off the lights before the official 8 p.m. end of trick-or-treat because we ran out. It was only five minutes early, but it was still unusual.

We're both really suffering because there was no left-over candy. We've never had this problem before. Usually we eat ourselves sick on Halloween and then have to unload all the rest on our coworkers. Last night we were like zombies, walking around the kitchen opening cupboards and moaning that we wanted candy. It's for the best in the long run, but I can't help but wonder if we should have forced the baby into her monkey suit and walked door-to-door just so we could raid her stash. Maybe next year.

The highlight of the evening for Molly, aside from seeing all the kids at the door, was playing with the tag on her unworn costume.

She also had some serious play time with her daddy, including blanket rides, a bath and some other weird stuff.