We live on a dead end street. It makes for a quiet environment. Safer for the girls. And it also means that they make a killing at the couple of houses that actually hand out candy. "You'll probably be the only kids I get tonight so why don't you take more." Music to their ears. For the ten houses we went to (only three on our street), the girls came home with full bags.
They were over the moon happy.
They approached the houses with different M.O's. Emma bounded up gleefully awaiting the door to open to say 'trick or treat!'. Olivia sauntered up not caring much, but immediately laughing from the time the door opened until she turned to leave and yell 'bye bye!'. Every house. The same thing. People thought she was cute. We thought she was crazy. The sight of all that candy nestled in her bag was already swimming through her veins and causing a massive imbalance in her senses.
Our girls don't get a lot of candy, so just holding onto more than they eat in a year was just too much for their little souls to handle.
So, with a successful Halloween safely behind us, we decided that Sunday would be catch-up-on-all-the-outside-shit-you've-put-off-because-you-didn't-want-to-do-it day.
The girls helped.
Emma was rather proud of her leaf piles. She kept raking leaves into a pile for her and Olivia to play in. They rode bikes. They ran around. They loved the fall day. It was good for them to have a day out of the house. Crappy fall days here in MI tend to keep us indoors way too much. Cabin fever = crazy kids.
Much was accomplished this weekend in and out of the house. Too much candy now resides on our kitchen table. But we're happy.
