This was supposed to be footage of the army dude getting his game face on for candy collecting but his little brother refuses to share the spotlight so we have this. It is a rare moment in the day when either of my children aren't speaking. It's usually all or nothing (nothing being sleep) for them both. I realize, of course, I'm just getting my due. My mom didn't call me Chatty Kathy just for fun back in the formative days. Here's a little sample of how it is at my house:
The actual trick-or-treating went much the same way for Dandy. It was like a mosh pit of emotions for the little boy who didn't like not knowing how the whole evening was going to go. Of course, any night where collecting candy is the main activity; it's usually gonna turn out pretty decent for a chappy with a sweet tooth.
For Ratchet, it's really all about the costume and embodying the complete character. He's out to convince the general public on Halloween that whatever he happens to be wearing is actually his full time job in the real world.
And then there was the less convincing performance....
But seriously, who wouldn't root for this guy on the field?
Here's one last shot of my little pumpkins begging for candy at their grandparents house. We figured they were a sure thing when it came to MRE's and Gatorade.
After a while, and one costume change into a more comfy outfit, I realized Sarah P. had been my friend Trish all along! She went the "trick" angle for sure-GAH!!
And once the young had their cavity collecting done and the street grime and makeup washed away, we sent them off to dream of ghouls and goblins so that we could snack and laugh it up with friends. OOH OOH AHH AHH!!! Ah yeah, who's the goblin now?
Apparently it was me, because even though I wasn't in costume, I had the Big Shan face out and was parading it around! At least that's what my photos seem to project.
Here's me meeting Sarah Palin in my own kitchen as she made her final campaigning rounds. She really seemed quite smart and up on the issues when I met her. I was just pleased as punch to meet her.
She was ready for the press to leave her alone in this next picture, but I'd have nothing of the sort. I don't have people over often and you are probably starting to see why.
I made my famous (though hideously fattening and even more hideous sounding) dried beef dip as one of my snickies. And Matt wasn't sure what he ate before discovering this mayonaise and sour cream heart clogging wonder. Teehee- I KNOW MATT! I KNOW!
And finally here's a creepily lit picture of the master of the house, D.J. Jazzy Jamey. He made the perfect musical compilation for our tiny Halloween mixer because that's his thang dawg! Now, don't you cross him!
Speaking of...the dude is waiting patiently in the other room for me to wrap this picture laden post on up! And now, I'm all exclamation pointy about it, so I'd better scoot!!! Take it easy YO!