Whoa. We are costumed out after the last week of Halloween activities. I mentioned earlier that Halloween costumes might be a scam for an infant because I had a hard time choosing just one for the first year.
My playgroup gathered the babies up for costumes. I used this outdoor occasion to pull out an amazing inherited family costume, the parrot:
Mr. Frankenstein wandered down to the neighborhood party with his friend Skippy, the three-legged dog.
Skippy dressed as a pirate, complete with a newfound peg leg he happily carried in his mouth.
PUMPKIN PAINTING: I tried to use Palmer's handprint to make vine leaves for the pumpkin. (The idea was probably better in theory, but oh well.)
TRUNK OR TREAT AT CHURCH:
Our little Junior Mint made the rounds at church.
(And finally) HALLOWEEN NIGHT:
Palmer and I were sick in bed with a stomach bug all day, but rested up so that we could briefly walk around the neighborhood and trick or treat.
I decided that the one thing that Palmer loves more than anything else in life is...Boston. So, we dressed Palmer as Boston and Boston as Palmer: