I'm lame.

No, seriously. I know this because I couldn't even manage to post a picture of my youngest daughters first Halloween until now. Yeah. Lame.

Well, regardless, we DID have a super fun time getting the girls dressed up and showing them off to all the grandparents and great-grandparents.

Miss Olivia decided VERY early on in the season that she wanted to be a fairy. And a cow. And a duck. And Dora. But after realizing that there is only 1 Halloween, she settled for the fairy. And an incredibly DARLING fairy she was:


Our little ladybug was pretty darn cute too, I must say...
And as you can see, she was TOTALLY digging the costume and the camera flashes and the fact that we LEFT HER ON THE FLOOR ALL BY HERSELF!! *GASP!* The nerve, I know. We are awful parents.

All was well in the world again once she was tucked back into the Moby, or her 'cotton womb' as I like to refer to it as.

Miss Olivia was all about the trick or treating this year my friends. In fact, she had the trick part down cold. I'm not sure how many times we tried to explain to her why knocking and then turning and running down the sidewalk wasn't the right way to beg for treats. I think by the last house she finally got it, as long as I was standing RIGHT NEXT TO HER AND DON'T LEAVE, MOM!! *sigh* oh my little daredevil....
We tried and tried to convince Sam that if she just gave the old trick or treating thing a try, she may really like it, but she just turned her little nose up at me and rolled her eyes way back into her head-farther than I really thought humanly possible-and promptly went back to sleep. Can you say BOR-ING?!

In between houses, lack of sleep mixed with hints of a pending sugar high began to ooze from Liv's little body. She began to entertain us with some obviously practiced fairy dance moves:

Watch out 'So You Think You Can Dance'! I KNOW this one can dance!!

Dad was pooped by the time we made it back home. What, you would think he worked all day or something?! Oh, wait, he did....
So some down time with his girls is just what he needed before everyone was whisked off to bed to sleep off their sugar-induced comas....


I'd say we had a pretty fun night. (Considering we landed at least one Baby Ruth bar, it was a freaking EXCELLENT night in my book!)