I’ll never forget Ryder’s second Halloween.
(What happened to his first Halloween? Meh – he was a mere 5-months old, and barely sitting upright. It was very anticlimactic. Pretty sure we dressed him up like a cow. Moooo.)
Ryder’s second Halloween was the one we were waiting for. At 17-months old, he was the perfect age to be introduced to spooky scenes, creepy costumes and eerie eats… in small doses, of course. We did our best to ease him into the Halloween spirit, beginning with Jack-o-Lanterns, followed by ghosts, and finally, witches and goblins. And he took it all in stride, like good little toddlers do.
We were ready. Dressed in an oh-so-cute lion costume, he crouched and gave us his best ROAR!
Of course, we wanted to take him around, show him off! An unseasonably warm October night provided just the right conditions.
Except… the doorbell rang. And the first set of trick-or-treaters happened to be older kids, all dressed as zombies. That’s right – a pack of rowdy pre-teen zombies, complete with blood, guts and mangled brains, rang my freaking doorbell and scared the living bejesus out of my kid.
After that, he refused to leave the house. Ah well, so much for our second Halloween. (more…)Keep Reading