Last Halloween Boo was just about exactly one month old. He was still in that slightly weird looking old man newborn phase. And he had colic. Terrible, terrible, colic. If he wasn’t sleeping or nursing – he was crying:
So we didn’t really have much fun with him for Halloween. Though I considered it, I didn’t dress him up and we didn’t do any visiting. Instead of doing those things, he cried. I probably cried a little too. Those early days of colic were pretty rough.
This year, however, was a very different (and far happier and busier) story.
First thing Halloween morning, after our usual traditions of nursing and looking out the window, I put Boo into his costume so that Dada’s very first view of his little man was as a dragon. We spent the morning playing in costume, until it was time for breakfast:
After breakfast we got back in costume and headed to the grocery store. Then, in keeping with my childhood tradition of visiting my aunt in costume, we packed a lunch and headed to Boo Boo’s Great Auntie Dorothy’s apartment:
Once back home we met up with Dada, packed up yet another meal, and headed out to see Grandma, her decorations and some trick or treaters:
…Of course Grandma had a few treats for Boo, too:
The next morning we headed to Kemptville – not for anything related to Halloween – but considering the timing I couldn’t resist bringing Boo’s costume and showing it off to his Nana and Gramps:
So all in all Boo got some pretty decent mileage out of his Halloween costume. And though I was fighting off a cold (which I ultimately failed to do…sigh.), we had a fantastic and fun-filled couple of days pretending* to be a little monster and visiting with family.
* Yeah. Boo wasn’t pretending anything.0