Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. I know some people don’t care for it’s “take candy from strangers”-counteractive-to-everything-we’ve-ever-taught message but I absolutely love it. While almost every other holiday is focused around family (which I also love, don’t get me wrong), Halloween is one of the only holidays that is entirely focused on community. Getting out, meeting your neighbors, roaming the streets with hundreds of other strangers-turned-friends, greeting everyone with a smile – it’s totally my cup of tea.
The kiddos decided early on what they wanted to be – Wonderwoman and Batman.
Brent ordered the costumes and then secured us matching t-shirts so we could follow them around the neighborhood as BatDaddy and WonderMommy.
And then, the morning before Trick or Treat, I came home from Cracker Barrel with a 50% off Aubie costume for the kids to sport on gamedays. And that was all she wrote. Batman turned into Aubie in the time it took to say “War Eagle!”.
Which meant BatDaddy would have to improvise.
Which is how Coach Daddy was born.
WonderMommy stayed the course though.
(After her birthday bout of illness the day before, Sarah was still feeling under the weather and I think it shows in her droopy little eyes. She wasn’t about to miss Trick or Treat though so after staying home from school for the day she mustered up enough energy to join the crew for most of our galavanting.)
And the crew was in full effect.
Two pirates, Wonderwoman, Aubie, an Orca whale, and the SWAT team.
The neighborhood shook in fear.
“Baby Wesley” (who just turned two) didn’t make it into the shot but he was going as an Alabama fan so it’s probably better that way. Aubie would have had to take him down.
Before hitting the streets we made time for a quick Skype with JoJo and Papa. Papa loves Halloween just as much as I do.
And then the hour was upon us. We loaded up onto the back of the world’s most ambitious golf cart and started on our way.
And the hands down best memory of the night: Ephraim, very concerned with receiving peanut candy that he couldn’t eat, marched right up to every house and replaced the traditional “Trick or Treat!” with a furiously urgent “I CAN’T HAVE PEANUTS!!!” And after grabbing said peanut-free candy from the shocked and sometimes tickled neighbor he would dart back down the walk and onto the next candy-giving stranger. Classic Ephraim. As we like to fondly say, so much angst in such a little body.