Some kids get to have multiple birthday celebrations . . . you know, one with the family, one with the friends, etc. Then there are the many days of Christmas – which go the same way. At your own house, at your Uncle’s house, at your Grandmas . . . you know the drill.
I never knew there could be the 7 days of Halloween.
It started last Thursday with a very fun playdate, hosted by one of my “moms grou



Day 3: Saturday, Neighborhood Halloween party. As was pre

Day 4 was Sunday, and a trip to Buford to attend Kathleen Harvell’s 2nd

We were able to take Monday and Tuesday off, so I

Finally, Day 7 – the real thing. Halloween! What a fun experience for everyone. I was so excited all day, I couldn’t wait. My parents called at lunch time and decided they wanted to drive up (an hour from Newnan) to participate, too. What a lucky little Meg – mommy, daddy, granddaddy, and grandma all here to watch her trick-or-treat.


We went to a neighborhood party around 5 and met a ton of new people. The kids all had a great time playing on yet another playscape . . . swinging and sliding in their full costume attire. Meg, once again, took her turn on the slide as much as she could. After some mingling, mixing, pizza, and beer/wine . . . we were off to trick-or-treat.
Meg wasn’t really sure what to make of it all. She happily carried her pumpkin bag up to each door and held it out for candy. Really – if you can picture it – she had it draped over her arm, and she’d just hold her arm straight out and let the bag hang. If the family was kind enough to let Meg choose which candy she’d like from their stash, lollipops were the selection of the night. She’d take one, two, three . . . as many as she could until I stopped her. She’d place them all in her bag, then take each out and try to eat it. Paper and all. She didn’t get the idea of collecting candy in the bag . . . she believed it to be for immediate consumption. So, as a result, I kept taking her candy and stuffing it in the pockets of my fleece . . . which were full by the end of our night.
We probably visited 10 houses, total – including our fantastic neighbors across the street who had made Meg her very own special treat bag. I love this neighborhood – every is so friendly. (Side note – we even had a neighbor bring over a special pumpkin cake just for our family! Some people are just too much!)
As the sun really started to set and the big, scary kids came out, Meg, Jim, and I just hung out on the porch and greeted the trick-or-treaters. Meg enjoyed that as much as trick-or-treating herself. She laughed and ran around in the yard – and probably wondered what the heck we were doing letting her play outside in the dark. Finally, at about 8:30, the house was quiet. Meg was asleep and the visitors slowed . . . Jim and I were left to enjoy the memories of our night and look forward to another Halloween next year.
If Halloween is this great every year, it might become my favorite holiday :)



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