Part 1: Halloween
Okay, first off, we never did get him back in the pug costume. I got a larger size at Target, but no dice. He threw a fit the one time I was able to wrestle it back on him, and from then on, whenever I picked it up, he'd run. So for Halloween, we put him in his Redskins jacket and called it a costume.
I know, lame.
It's not like he didn't have a lot of Halloween activities to attend and opportunities to see kids in costumes. But he just wasn't feeling it this year. Maybe next year.
In addition to the Smith-Tucker 10th Annual Punkin Hunt -- a terrific day in a setting that surpassed Cox Farms -- Owen attended the Town of Vienna Annual Halloween Parade and spent Halloween night in Vienna, trick or treating and answering the door.
Despite the cold, he loved the parade, especially the firetrucks and Bolivian and Chilean dance troupes. He was jumping up and down in my arms, bopping to the music. A few of the floats were Halloween-themed, and he would say, "Pumpkin! Pumpkin!" when they passed.
On Halloween night, he helped Dad string up some Halloween lights on the porch, which showed us that Christmas is going to be a blast. Also that I will need to put a chain-link fence around the Christmas tree.
He picked up on trick-or-treating pretty quickly. He almost got the phrase down, and he liked knocking on doors. One of us would take him to 2 or 3 houses on Ray's block, then come back to hang at the house some and answer the door. Every time we got back, Owen would take his candy out of his bag and put it in a line on the edge of a chair.
He ate way too much, but hey, it was his first Halloween. He was up at 11 p.m., running around the house, crazed on the sugar and chocolate, but hey, isn't that what Halloween is all about?
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