cat named pig

And how could you not be happy, growing up in a family of weirdos? (Future Teenage Elliot and Siena, please refrain from answering that question.)

There are no words to describe the Thing on Matt's head.

I wore some sparkly leopard cat-ears (and a festive orange t-shirt), Matt wore two feet of the grossest synthetic hair I have ever touched (Elliot took one look and said, “I don’t LIKE dat COSTUME. Dat BAD.”), Siena was a princess for the third year running (Jasmine, this time, from Aladdin) and Elliot was a Moody Chicken.

But this last picture really says it best — this is what Siena and her friend (also a princess) looked like for most of the trick-or-treating:

Nothing but a blur of brightly-colored princess dress as they ran from one house to the next. We actually had to call them back to some houses when people answered the door after the princesses had moved on to the next one in their quest for fun-sized candy.

Speaking of candy, we got a boatload of it (and I say “we,” because the eating of the Halloween candy has definitely been a family-wide effort and not limited to just the kids ["family-wide" pun not intended]) and I’m amazed how fast it’s going this year. We were out of Snickers after the first night, and those are the whole reason I got into this parenting game in the first place. Still, with a chocolate-based treat or two after every meal, I manage to get by.