Halloween was a two day event this year, which is a good thing when you're two years old and don't initially have the whole Halloween thing figured out. A two day holiday gave us time to make and deliver treats, as well as do a practice round of trick-or-treating. Though it doesn't take too much practice to figure out the fun in ringing doorbells and getting chocolate candy placed in your bright orange bucket. The preschool parade was overwhelming on Wednesday and there were a lot of tears, but then we knew what to expect come Thursday and it was nothing but confidence. The night of Halloween was sort of strange actually, but Jude had a wonderful time and that's all that really matters. He was a trick-or-treating professional - walking in his cowboy boots, ringing doorbells and saying trick-or-treat; collecting his candy and offering a Happy Halloween and thank you on the way out. After hitting up every neighbor on our little block we returned home to a kicked pumpkin and a stolen basket of candy that we place out for the trick-or-treaters. It was really pretty disappointing. The next morning I was happy to clean up the costumes and hide the remaining treats in the closet. I had enough Halloween for one year. Jude however has asked everyday since to go trick-or-treating. There are a few more photos to come, but this one, oh, it sort of breaks my heart and makes me smile all at the same time.