For awhile I toyed around with dressing up as Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables on Halloween.
I had it in my head that I’d sew a blue dress with puffed sleeves—and then I remembered that I didn’t even know how to sew.
So then I thought about buying a drab dress, the kind that Marilla dubbed acceptable, and having Tommy be Gilbert. He’d be easier. I could stick him in brown pants, and a white shirt with suspenders.
But do you know how weird store workers look at you when you ask if they carry slates? Slates, because in the movie, Anne smacks a slate down on Gilbert’s head for calling her Carrots due to her red hair. In my mind I would shock other Trick or Treaters by banging Tommy’s head with a slate—and then I thought, oops, this could be conceived as child abuse and actually, a slate to the head would probably hurt.
So no dressing up as Anne. No Gilbert. No slates.
I just wore normal clothes. I could have put on my Anne Boleyn dress but when I wore it last year, Natalie tried to take off on me a few times and do you know how hard it is to run in that costume? I kept tripping over the skirts to the point where I had to lift them WAYYY up and hope I wasn’t flashing anyone.
Tommy dressed up as a creepy Skeleton.
And Natalie, as I’ve mentioned before, was a peacock, and it was especially fun to have to explain to the person exactly what Natalie was when she left out the word ‘pea.’
I tried to get a good photo of them together. This was not easy:
After that we met up with Amanda and her family.
Trying to get a group photo is also not easy.
And then it was time to Trick or Treat!
This amused me. The sign said “Billy Bob says just take one!”
And look at this dude’s décor. A giant propeller!
We were out for nearly 2 hours.
This is the final tally of candy for the both of them:
Do you see the giant pixie sticks? Some wonderful person was passing them out and Tommy said I could have his.
I’m hiding Natalie’s unless I want her dancing off the ceiling.
Yes, that is a pinecone in the corner. Natalie insisted on keeping it.
And I’m so claiming the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I birthed them, therefore the chocolatey peanut butter treats belong to me.