What Parent Forgets the Camera on Halloween??!?!

Hi, my name is Aimee and I forgot to take even one single picture of any of my four children on Halloween. While I acknowledge that this is often grounds for stoning, I beg your forgiveness. It's not that I don't love my children. It's just that there are so many of my children that, in the process of making sure they were all accounted for, I simply forgot the camera.

I can tell you about our Halloween, though. Just use your imagination as I tell the story. Whatever you're picturing is probably pretty close to how it really was. If all else fails, picture organized chaos. See it? Yep, that was our Halloween.

Number One went as a football player. I figured that we put so much money, time, and heart into getting him that uniform that we'd let him get every minute out of it that he could. He was pretty proud to be wearing his Bearcat uniform. (Honestly, I think he just likes wearing it because "chicks dig it".)

The Beast was feeling a little bit indecisive this year. For his school party, he wore Number One's old Peter Pan costume. He apparently thought he was some sort of porn star because when his teacher asked him what he was, he said "I'm Peter Pants. Wanna' see my sword?" Those of you who really know me would also know my brain went straight to the gutter the minute he uttered those words. For the actual day of Halloween, he wanted to be a pirate. So, I threw together a pirate costume to wear to school for trick-or-treating at the hospital. He forgot to bring home most of the pieces of that costume (which also went to the Peter Pants costume), so he trick-or-treated as a soccer player. He was pleased with that because he still got candy. That's what really matters, right?

Pretty reused her Tinkerbell costume from last year. This year, though, we told everyone she is actually Stinkerbell, who is the naughty cousin of Tinkerbell. I don't know if Tinkerbell really has a naughty cousin, but she does now. Pretty represented her character well, and has the scrapes on the tops of her feet to prove it. That's what happens when you constantly run away from your mommy and daddy and fall down face first in the street only after removing the socks and shoes your mother has just finished lovingly placing on your feet. It's my own fault really. I should have just let her carry the football she wanted to carry. (Has anyone else caught on yet that she's just a little bit of a tomboy?)

Snort wore the Scooby-Doo costume that both of his brothers have worn before. He couldn't possibly have been any cuter. He was a little disgruntled to realize he was stuck in some silly outfit and got nothing to show for it. Well, almost nothing. Sister Adams gave him a glow stick at the ward party. Thank you, Sister Adams. He was so proud of that thing!

As for festivities, there were plenty. The Beast's school had a fun little party, then there was the Halloween carnival at the high school, and finally Trunk or Treating at the ward Halloween party at the bishop's house. I am more than ready to be done with Halloween. Of course, it wouldn't have been Halloween if we didn't do the real trick-or-treating. So, after the ward party, we spent some time touring the neighborhood with a helmetless football player, chatty soccer player, barefoot fairy, and blissfully unaware Scooby-Doo. Oh! And the missionaries aparently are suckers for punishment and asked if they could come with us. It was actually lucky that they came. They make great hand holders for small people in dark costumes.

So, there you have it. Picture it as you will. Whatever you're picturing is probably how it really did look. (Just make sure you're picturing all four of them looking really cute. No matter how crazy it was, they were all really cute...even the porn star with the sword).