A Tiger, a Ballerina and a Ladybug

Our Halloween festivities began Wednesday night at the ward Fall Festival and Trunk-or-treat.  Since we have a variety of church meetings during the actual trick-or-treating I had to provide enough opportunities and activates for them to dress up to make them not realize what they were missing. I’m very cunning.

The Ladybug and the Tiger. Little Miss was pleased as punch to be sporting the ladybug get-up. Although she did find that in it she easily became overheated. The Boy wasn’t sure what to make of his costume and the face paint until he saw the ensemble in the mirror. At which point he growled and cheered and was ready to conquer.

The Ballerina had been talking about being a ballerina for weeks. Weeks, I tell you, weeks. When the time finally came she couldn’t be more excited. Then we went to the activity and there were many people dressed up in their costumes she was struggling to take it all in. Then we went outside and it was windy and cold and, well, if she can’t enjoy something, no one will.

The next night we went downtown for the costume parade and to visit all the business that do trick-or-treating. We were much more prepared with leg warmers and a jacket and an ear-warmer-headband if necessary.

The Boy did famously. As we were walking along I had one of those moments where I see how far he, and we, have come. I didn’t have to hold on to him. He stayed right by us even when we came to the part with the marching band. He so wanted to run away and to them but he didn’t. I was such a proud mama.

The marching band.

Kind of his thing.

Four out of five of us really enjoyed it. The one that is not picture, the ballerina not that I’m naming names, did not. At all. Wanted to leave. She freaked out. In a word. Or two.

But the band playing didn’t last forever. And she lived. Shockingly enough.

The last little bit of Halloween fun I squeezed in was to visit The Boy’s school for his Halloween parade. During the parade each kid gets a chance to walk across the stage and do a little something in front of the school. I had wanted to tell him to go up there and do a good tiger growl but he was sitting with his class so I couldn’t.

He didn’t disappoint. When it was his turn he marched to the  middle of the stage. Let out his loudest growl. And marched off. Not only did he growl but he added some drama too. Love that kid.

Thus ends our Halloween festivities.