No tricks, just treats

I had to take a second and post a few Halloween pictures. Mainly because if I'm typing, it means I can't be inhaling candy.

Their original costumes were a warm and fuzzy peacock and butterfly. They both came apart at the seems last night (high quality clothing Old Navy!) so we scrambled to find new costumes. The pickins were slim, but I actually adore these little butterflies!

Their taxi cab awaits. Because of said taxi, here was our routine:

Claire gets tired after 3 steps. Claire whines. Claire strips off her wings in order to fit in bike trailer and deposits 80 pound candy bucket in my hands. Claire buries herself under blankets for the 30 seconds it takes to peddle to the next house. Claire scrambles to retrieve wings and bucket and clomp her way up to the doorbell all while screaming at Cora for her impatience. Repeat.

It sprinkled on us for about a minute and then we got to enjoy a big fat rainbow above our house. Beautiful backdrop to trick or treat to!

Hope you all survived Halloween without lapsing into a sugar coma. I'm well on my way after discovering I can actually type and simultaneously shove my face with Baby Ruths. Not a good thing to know.