By the time we made it home at 7:30 Friday night, we decided to just put them to bed after feeding them some late dinner.
Saturday didn't work out either for pumpkin carving and then on Sunday evening we went trick-or-treating at Grandma's, so that meant that we carved our pumpkins Monday afternoon.
Evie was supposed to be taking a nap while we carved our pumpkins, but for some reason she never actually fell asleep. About the time we finished pulling all the guts out of the large pumpkin, Evie's yells turned a little hysterical, so I got her up. I don't think Anna ever reached in a touched any of the pumpkin guts. She did try to use a spoon, but let me do most of it.
Anna recommended the square eyes and a silly mouth. She also decorated his nose while I went to get Evie out of bed.
We finished our pumpkins just in time to put on costumes and go trick-or-treating at Dad's office.
Evie refused to wear her hair, but she asked to wear the purple headband that came with her costume.
One of Dan's co-workers had a bowl full of Tootsie Pops sitting on a chair outside his office. When Anna saw them, she said with excitement, "Look Mom! It's like every day poop!" I think she was trying to express the idea that the Tootsie pops are just like the ones I reward her with when she goes poop on the potty. Of course, we laughed at her statement and so did the owner of the Tootsie Pops, and our laugher seemed to embarrass Anna a bit.
Monday was full of funny quotes from Anna. At one point she told me that I was "a bad parent." I guess I found it funny that she used the word parent, because she often tells me I'm a bad mommy. Then she got angry at me again when we were driving out of the Costco parking lot and said, "You are a sad little man." When I laughed at that, she said, "Stop your sillying, Mom!" But you know, if I don't laugh, I'll cry.
Evie's loves suckers most of all.
Trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. The weather was awesome and this year no one was sick.
One last picture at the end of the day with our Jack-o-lantern.



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That's how you know you're being a GOOD parent - your kids tell you that you're a BAD parent.
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