Reed's Nan and Gramps are in town this weekend. We headed to Phinney Ridge, where a strip of merchants give out candy and little trick or treaters walk up and down the street, parading their costumes. Naturally, we took our little gremlin out for some action (action, not candy. i kind of don't want him to have candy until he is five years old or so). I still don't know if Reed is a leopard or a cheetah or a panther or a bobcat. I need to brush up on my safari animals, for sure.
We went to Wallgreens for some face paint. Monica, will you please help us next year? We were a mess. Reed was very skeptical.
Oooops. Try again.
Or not. We decided to head out sans whiskers. Cheetahs probably don't even have black whiskers, so it was okay.
| Love how much we all dote upon this little guy. 100%. |
The afternoon ended with Reed throwing up all over his costume. (not candy, but his favorite beet/turkey/cauliflower mixture) But stay tuned, as he will be wearing it on Halloween Proper as well.
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| And the evening ended with reading a good book in the bath. |
Boo!














