Peanut butter cup heaven

I'm so late with my Halloween post but it's still worth sharing a couple of photos with you. We had a great Halloween this year despite my having to jet off to Toronto that same night for work.

Mom and I took Simon to our neighbour's place first and picked up Geva for trick or treating. I call Geva "Party Boy" because every time I see him, he is either dancing or smiling, or dancing and smiling. He seems to live with an interal party which I envy so much.

Here they are getting ready to hit the town. Note: Party Boy is indeed dancing and smiling.


Simon was a fireman this year. Thanks to the costume gift from his Great Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Brian. It was fast and no fuss and the timing couldn't have been better. His daycare had a visit from the Fire Marshall earlier in the week and Simon's been all over 'stop drop and roll' and fire safety rules ever since (he tells me every day that you should never, ever go near a volcano without your Mommy and Daddy).



Once we passed by our house again, Mom and I traded shifts with Rich and he took the boys to the next street over while I packed and Mom gave out candy to the trick or treaters. After under an hour and only two streets visited, Simon came back with a very impressive haul. My pleas for peanut butter cups were heard throughout the town which made Mommy a happy, happy girl. And of course, Simon was pretty impressed too.


Thankfully, he didn't get as many horrid gummy candies in the shapes of mouths, teeth and eyes as last year. I think parents realize that no one really likes eating those toxic little mounds of jiggly plastic. Ahh, just look at this year's bounty. Best ever indeed!