After Catcher's Mach 5 meltdown on the front porch last year, I was ready to write off Halloween until the kids were out of the trick-or-treating stage. But yesterday turned out to be the best Halloween since 2002 (which, if you didn't know, is when Alex and I met). We decided to take the kids to our friends' neighborhood since the candy there would be more reliable than anything you might find in our apartment complex. Although we had no intentions of meeting up with our friends, we ended up running into them--and subsequently crashing their block party--and sealed the deal on the second-best Halloween ever (wink!).
Catcher as the surfer guy--who was quickly dubbed Spicoli--followed by Scout the shark on their way to an exciting night in Pemberton Heights. Spooky!
Smile for the camera! Catcher was more interested in "hitting" his first house than posing for pictures once he saw other kids running wild with sacks of candy.
A quick family shot outside of the first home we visited (the people are so nice here!). Noticeably absent from the picture is Catcher, who thought that we were supposed to go into people's houses after taking their candy. He got an extra piece of candy instead. The mom of the house thought he was a girl.
Scout chilling in the street: she was more interested in rolling around on the ground than going after candy. Occasionally she would roar at the other trick-or-treaters, and a ten year-old girl told me she "liked my shark."
Catcher quickly got the hang of things and began skipping around shouting, "Let's go to the next house! Let's go to the next house!"
The highlight of the night was a giant bouncy-house-slide-thing in someone's front yard: block party bliss. Not pictured are the free beers that Alex happily accepted, the pizza and cookies that Catcher enjoyed and the other neighborhood festivities that added up to way more fun than a fire truck in Chantilly.
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