Halloween

Pumpkin carving was a bit of a bust this year. Last year she was totally into it. This year Bill came home with a bag of candy from work which included a lollipop, which she refers to as a "lick" and she HAD-TO-HAVE-IT and yes, there goes any hope of eating dinner. Anyway, here they are carving the pumpkin. Lana is like, "Pumpkin? What pumpkin? "She refused to get her hands in the inside of the pumpkin guts. Ah yes, this is called genetics and I apparently did give her some of my wonderful traits--like the "ick--i do not like to get my hands dirty" gene. Oh well, here she is again enjoying that "lick"
And here with her Baba. Nice pumpkin faces, eh? I sometimes forget that Bill did not grow up in this country and all of these kid holidays are new to him too.
The strawberry costume. She picked it out after a very traumatic trip to the Halloween store that had many scary skeletons, goblins and ghosts that moved and made noise. She picked the costume and even though it wasn't returnable, I bought it just to get the hell out of the store.
Lana is super duper happy to see what is inside her Elmo head of treats.
She went trick or treating with Bill while I stayed home to hand out candy and apparently she kept saying, "Lana tired. One more house." After the next house she would say it again. " Just one more house." When she got home even after her bath, every time the door bell rang she got so excited and ran to the door to hand out more candy. She looked so cute standing there in her jammies and wet hair holding a ginormous bowl of candy out to all the big kids.

Now the trick is to properly ration the candy intake now that the holiday is over. We didn't get nearly as many kids this year so we have tons left over. I admit I have been walking by the bowl and sneaking little yummy bars of goodness. Don't tell her.