Scary Stuff...or not.

And so, with 5 different Halloween events, Harry ended up going with 2 different costumes for Halloween.

Last Friday, for Boo at the Zoo, Harry went as Spiderman. Surprisingly, he wore hood and gloves for almost the entire time, which, granted, made eating things like apples and ice cream rather difficult. Spiderman looked great, but since it poured the entire time, Harry and Sage wore rain ponchos and both looked like ET dressed as a ghost.

For the Delray parade, Harry donned the spider suit again, but for the most part refused hood and gloves.

I sent Harry to school yesterday in Johns Hopkins scrubs. Two reasons: 1. They looked adorable! 2. Just in case he decided not to be Spidey. Well, also because it was festive and I was afraid he'd grow out of teh costume before getting to wear it...like so many others!

When I got to Abra it was hard to spot Harry, what with all of the other Spidermen (and various other super heroes) and princess wings. An original bunch they're not. No hood or goves, and by the time we were back in the driveway, the suit was off.

On a side note, I had taken carrots and peanut butter to the event. The A-L's got to bring candy. Peanut butter was teh best shot at dip I could find at MOM's. I learned today that PB and carrots are Bill Clinton's favorite snack. Who would have guessed???

And so, while we waited for Aisha to arrive in her Spiderman costume, I noticed Nicholas was also in scrubs! Harry's idol, in the same costume! That may have helped with the fear factor. When Harry broke his leg, he became unenthusiastic about doctors. Luckily, the only issue with the scrubs was when Kevin told him he could be a baby doctor. "I'm NOT a baby!" Dude, relax. He meant pediatrician. That seemed okay.

And so, Harry and Aisha proceeded to the neighborhood parade. They entertained themselves playing with acorns while they waited. This was huge, because last year Aisha feared nothing more than acorns. They terrified her. Of course, while she played happily, one fell from a tree and nearly knocked me unconscious.

After some trick or treating, which Harry fully embraced this year, we headed home to have a little party and hand out candy. More fun for the tots. They were fully in charge of the hand outs, so much so that when Harry was in the tub later and we heard a knock on the door, he responded that he was done. "I just can't do anymore." Tough day at the office!

And so, about 10 minutes later, he was sound asleep, as the Great Pumpkin swept in and gathered our un-given candy, leaving a card "Will you read it to me?" and a treat full of non-candy items. And who says you need Santa to have fun?!

Speaking of Santa and all of those potential Shrimp Festers who are convinced we won't have a tree, I bought one today. It is lovely, and exactly what I've been looking for!