BOO!
The other day when Michael and I went to the doctor, our boy was a little anxious. The doctor said, "Michael, don't be scared." Michael said, "BOO!"
Apparently he picked up on something this fall.
We carved pumpkins...
...stood obediently back while Baba used the knife...
...learned about pumpkin goo...
...talked (and dreamed) a lot more about zombies and scary stuff than Mama would have liked...
...and explained what we could about a confusing holiday to our not-quite-2-year-old.
Louis requested long explanations of the differences between ghosts and goblins and zombies and the grim reaper and all the other decorations we encountered when visiting the party store to buy his birthday party plates. Oh, the joy of having a birthday that comes right after Halloween.
His little brother didn't ask any questions. We heard a lot of "Boo!" from Michael when he saw scarecrows and spiders and ghosts--the same greeting he is giving to the Christmas trees in the stores now.
Next year he'll probably have his own questions, but this year Michael just kept pace with his brother.
Of course, when Michael saw the candy, he immediately latched onto this whole Halloween thing. Louis asks for sweets, then typically leaves them half-finished or barely tasted. Michael inhales them.
Louis changed his mind several times about his costume. In the end he settled on a handed-down dragon costume his cousins Julia and Gregory had worn.
Michael's costume was also a last-minute decision--made by his mother. I had some grand plans that fell apart, and I can only partially blame the zombie nightmares that disrupted our sleep. In the end Michael was a train conductor, wearing a costume assembled from what we already owned or could easily make.
I don't know whether he fully appreciated that he was dressed up, but that was part of the plan.
Either way, he thought trick-or-treating was a terrific idea.
His big brother was impatient to start.
Once they started collecting the goods, they wanted to stop and taste each piece.
We had to cut them off early on.
Michael especially loved crunching through the leaves--something we suspect was entirely new to him. My understanding is that his province in China basically has two seasons, hot and rainy.
He wore his hat for about 85 percent of the evening.
Louis would have been content to stay in the dragon costume for much longer. He was sorry to hand it back to his cousins, but next year it will be his cousin Paul's turn to wear it.
As we were driving home after our night of trick-or-treating, Louis--a veteran trick-or-treater on his second Halloween--said, "Mama, is it Halloween again tomorrow?" "No," I told him. "It's a whole year away." He was disappointed.
But naturally he is already planning his costume.
He wants to be a pumpkin.
No, a football player.
Actually, he wants to be UPS truck.
And we still have 350 days to change his mind.
His brother? He just wants to be first in line to collect the treats.
Apparently he picked up on something this fall.
We carved pumpkins...
...stood obediently back while Baba used the knife...
...learned about pumpkin goo...
...talked (and dreamed) a lot more about zombies and scary stuff than Mama would have liked...
...and explained what we could about a confusing holiday to our not-quite-2-year-old.
Louis requested long explanations of the differences between ghosts and goblins and zombies and the grim reaper and all the other decorations we encountered when visiting the party store to buy his birthday party plates. Oh, the joy of having a birthday that comes right after Halloween.
His little brother didn't ask any questions. We heard a lot of "Boo!" from Michael when he saw scarecrows and spiders and ghosts--the same greeting he is giving to the Christmas trees in the stores now.
Next year he'll probably have his own questions, but this year Michael just kept pace with his brother.
Of course, when Michael saw the candy, he immediately latched onto this whole Halloween thing. Louis asks for sweets, then typically leaves them half-finished or barely tasted. Michael inhales them.
Louis changed his mind several times about his costume. In the end he settled on a handed-down dragon costume his cousins Julia and Gregory had worn.
Michael's costume was also a last-minute decision--made by his mother. I had some grand plans that fell apart, and I can only partially blame the zombie nightmares that disrupted our sleep. In the end Michael was a train conductor, wearing a costume assembled from what we already owned or could easily make.
I don't know whether he fully appreciated that he was dressed up, but that was part of the plan.
Either way, he thought trick-or-treating was a terrific idea.
His big brother was impatient to start.
Once they started collecting the goods, they wanted to stop and taste each piece.
We had to cut them off early on.
Michael especially loved crunching through the leaves--something we suspect was entirely new to him. My understanding is that his province in China basically has two seasons, hot and rainy.
He wore his hat for about 85 percent of the evening.
Louis would have been content to stay in the dragon costume for much longer. He was sorry to hand it back to his cousins, but next year it will be his cousin Paul's turn to wear it.
As we were driving home after our night of trick-or-treating, Louis--a veteran trick-or-treater on his second Halloween--said, "Mama, is it Halloween again tomorrow?" "No," I told him. "It's a whole year away." He was disappointed.
But naturally he is already planning his costume.
He wants to be a pumpkin.
No, a football player.
Actually, he wants to be UPS truck.
And we still have 350 days to change his mind.
His brother? He just wants to be first in line to collect the treats.
I remember after Ewen's first trick or treat experience. He thought everyday should be trick or treat! Cute kiddos!!! You got some good pics.
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