We've been counting down the days. Not for a week, not for a month, for a YEAR. Elliott has been in LOVE with Halloween since our last trick-or-treating expedition. It was a success. Until the tiny baby lost his sh*t. Good timing because quickly after Elliott began plopping on the sidewalk saying, "I'm tired. Carry me, Mommy." And as soon as we got home, our fairy princess stated, "Nigh, nigh."
*We had a great time, despite all the serious-face pics.
Glammy & Poppy came to trick-or-treat, too.
Beautiful fairy princess.
Serious tiger. My whisker-drawing skills are limited.
Rawr.
It was a spectator sport for Brooklyn. One of these days she will be convinced she can walk.
