June wore three costumes total on Halloween. Since the Ariel dress we bought for her was getting a little strained at one seam, she wore her Rapunzel dress to school and saved Ariel for the night. But when she got home, she wanted to wear this Belle dress, which is really more of a nightgown, so she put that on. We finally talked her into wearing her official Ariel dress, and that's how she was three Princesses in one day.
BabyShock and I went as skeletons:
We were invited to the neighborhood party of one of Michael's colleagues. We were really excited to go since I'm not really sure what the trick-or-treating situation is like in apartment complexes these days.
I originally thought it was just going to be a small group. It was...not:
There were kids everywhere and they were in heaven. Shoot, I was in heaven. June had a whole new house of toys to play with, and would just join in with a group of kids and play with them. I'd return from getting more food (always more food) and see Michael casually sipping his beer, saying, "A band of kids just tried charging the pool fence to see if they could take it down. June joined in." (For the record, someone did stop the attempts eventually and the pool fence is still standing.)
Then it was time to go trick-or-treating. We were in Land Park, the adorable part of town that I'm obsessed with, and trick-or-treating in this massive group was so. much. fun. Sometimes we'd swarm a house, sometimes we'd get a little spaced out.
Guys, I'm so sorry to gush, but June was just so adorable. She just got so excited. She'd run across the yard behind the other kids, purple pumpkin bucket swinging from her arm, giggling and chattering about "This house! This house!"
A few parents would walk up to the houses at a time while the rest of us hung out on the sidewalk. I loved following June up and hearing her say, "Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU!" with increasing volume until the homeowner acknowledged her. By the end of the night, she wanted to say "Trick or Treat," "Thank you" and "Happy Halloween" to each and every homeowner and would insist on returning to houses if she forgot to say one of them.
She had some Skittles while we were out, but we let her pick one last piece of candy once we got home before it was time to get ready for bed. Of all things, she chose the gummi vitamin supplements that some odd person had handed out.
(I suggested we trade them for some real candy. Does that make me a bad mom?)