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Getting Indie ready for her second Halloween brought back memories of great costumes I had growing up. One year my mom sewed a shark costume I was so proud of. We went Trick or Treating in those days and I also attended our church’s Halloween alternative, Harvest Party, but in both scenarios there were costumes and candy so it’s pretty much a win-win. In fact, I won Best Costume that year of the Shark, even though a few people mistook it for a nun. Another time, when I was too old to Trick or Treat, three friends and I dressed as the Fruit of the Loom guys. I was the green grapes, covered in green balloons. This is a picture I must dig up.
Readers may remember our little prisoner of ‘08, who stayed home and helped entertain trick or treaters, but this year we went out for the fun of going door-to-door. The neighborhood had a face-painting party outside, although Indie wouldn’t let the painters near her, and Jake ended up with an orange butterfly painted on his hand. We visited a few of the neighbors houses but Indie did some knocking and then running away scared of the people who answered the door. So, her fear of strangers is fully intact, that’s good. And she’s not eating much of the candy anyway.
Here’s our butterfly ballerina…
