Unlike my childhood, the Bay area seems to have trick-or-treat on October 31, no matter what. This means that, unfortunately, we didn't get to go out with our nieces because Halloween was on a Monday. I was hugely disappointed by this. Most of my reason for participating in these silly (my opinion) materialistic American traditions is for just that reason, tradition. The girls love this sort of celebration and Lucy loves them, which means she loves what they love. As I mentioned before, I wasn't even interested in going out for Halloween. Boy am I glad we did. Our little Owl had an absolutely great time trick-or-treating this.
I was thinking we would go out to about four or five apartments, have some sort of toddler protest, and then head home for dinner. I figured the costume would be off in ten minutes, she wouldn't want to carry a basket (in fact, we used my old Easter basket because I didn't even think to get her a proper Halloween bucket), and we would have a couple of cute pictures. I HATE to admit, but I couldn't have been more wrong. An hour and half after we left the house, she was an old pro. She social skills are quite amazing considering her age and the fact that she has spent most of her life one on one with adults. I showed/told her what to do once, ONE TIME, and she walked half around the neighborhood, ringing doorbells, exclaiming "Hapaneenah Haldoween!" and taking as much candy as the door answerer would allow. Then she would say, "Sank Jew!" and move on to the next one. It was really fun to watch her have such a great time and has made me reconsider my bahhumbugness about holidays. I may even give in to a small Christmas tree.
Here is a litany of pictures and a video so that I can remember how much fun we had. Also, this costume has become part of her wardrobe and she wears it at least once a day, flying around, and hoooing. Then I eat her (and all of her Halloween candy, which she has no idea even existed the next morning) with a spoon :-).
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