We got about 20 minutes out of it before the waterworks started. And then another 10 minutes when we went to Chipotle for dinner (hello $2 burritos).
For what it's worth, here is B's first attempt at celebrating Halloween.
|I don't hate it yet, but don't you dare connect those two pieces of velcro. I will scream.|
|shoe half off and the backside of a lion|
|Get. this. off. of. me. or you'll really hear me roar.|
Last year we didn't celebrate and went out to dinner instead. I couldn't deal with having trick-or-treaters and being pregnant with neighbors hounding me about the baby when all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole. We didn't buy pumpkins this year like we did when I was largely pregnant and anticipating our Andrew, but we did hang a little, blinking pumpkin on our door-- the only Halloween decoration we physically own. It's old school, circa my first apartment back in 2001.
We're celebrating this year, but only because of Benjamin. Holidays still suck the emotions out of me a bit.
Happy Halloween, everyone. Here's to hoping it's happy-ish wherever you're at.