Never have my two boys wanted to go home so badly from Grandma’s, not because of anything Grandma did but because they got so miserably sick there. I can only assume they just really wanted to be sick on their own couches, in their own house. They both slept the entire 1.5 hour trip home, with the Z Man using the seat belt to help hold up his head. It was supposed to be a weekend of fun and fishing but we never made it past the Friday night trick-or-treating fun.

Casey J figured it all out quite early – very sweetly say “trick-or-treat” and then hold up your baggy to have it filled with lots of yummy candy. The Z Man had fun until the house where the woman built a mini haunted house in her garage with a life sized robotic freaky dude scared him. He could care less what kind of candy she was handing out, he wanted out of there and was clinging to me like static electricity. Which also led to him begging to sleep with me (which I suppose was good since he got sick and I was able to get a towel to him in time to spare the sheets in the bed). That was their first real trick-or-treating (since we live out in the country without neighbors) and Z Man said he’s done with it until he’s 16 and Casey J has sworn off candy because they got sick.

Ha.

Into November and the flooding of Christmas into the local stores. I am so not ready for it…

Aidan in his adorable puppy costume! What beautiful blue eyes!