This year marked our very first Halloween on 6th Avenue. Thank the Lord it's over. I gotta admit... Halloween is pretty much my least favorite holiday. I know, I know. We picked the wrong street. Our neighbors have blow-ups that are two stories high, spiderwebs that take up the entire front of their house, and lights galore. How do the Patricks participate, you may ask? We have a gorgeous wicker wreath with orange berries and a plaid bow on the front door and tons of pumpkins on the stoop. We don't do blow-ups.
I did, however, snag 4 lighted trees, 2 giant spiders and a yard sign at Walgreen's this afternoon at the last minute. The trees were half-off! Score. (But why wasn't everything half-off? I mean, it was Halloween afternoon! Disappointment.)
The first photo we've gotten in about a year where she was actually still. Who cares if she's eating a sucker?
This is the house next door. How do you compete with that? Dang McLaughlins. ;)
Remember the sweet little dream I had of doing an Alice in Wonderland theme? Well, it turned out a little bit differently than I imagined. Everybody flaked out at the last minute, and the only person who actually had a costume was MaryCollis. She was going to be Alice, but when everybody backed out we didn't make her wear it.
I started panicking about MC, so I called in backup from our babysitter Tyler. Of course - because I had Tyler come all the way into town - she acted like a perfect angel and sat on the front porch for 2 solid hours without so much as a peep.
Occasionally she would look up from whatever piece of candy she was inhaling and say, "Thanks, baby!"
Here come the Cockrells!
That sweet Elizabeth McLaughlin.
We love our Tyler.
I mean..... best costume ever.
Anne Trest is the cutest little indian!
The Fab 5. Probably the most clever costume of the night.
We had a pretty good time handing out candy, but I wish we would put some regulations on it. Make everybody on the street get "Children Only" signs or something. We gave out 1,250 pieces of candy one piece at a time, so we had at least 1,200 trick-or-treaters. Having said that, I'd say at least half of them were teenagers MUCH too old to be asking for candy or adults who really oughta be ashamed of themselves. We had several 40-year-olds in sweatpants with grocery bags. It infuriates me because we could've given the children 5-10 pieces of candy each if it weren't for those oldies.
Chaz was extra sugary sweet to the chillens (and adults).... unless they got more than one piece. Then he threw it down. He was pretty darn cute sitting there interacting with the kids though. Nights like this make me happy I get to sleep next to that guy. I can't say the same for him... He's probably less and less happy as I continue to take more of the bed.
Guess it's time to start buying candy for next year. It'll be here before we know it. Now... who's ready to get those front yard Christmas tress lit?!