A couple days off the sugar high is still going strong.
Kate was climbing up the side of my pie cupboard towards the enormous glass jar that holds all the loot just this morning, while I turned my back for a moment during lunch service. Not to mention that Grant keeps screaming, "CHOC!!!"at every meal rubbing his chest in a concerted "please" sign while pointing at the jar.
You'd think I'd move it or something. But I need it close by, for, ahem, "decorative" purposes.
Hands down, the best part of the evening was watching Kate wiggle down the sidewalk in her mermaid costume.
She has some serious wiggle, if you know what I mean.
Another highlight was to meet and see all our neighbors in our fabulous neighborhood. Apparently, some of them said that this is what our neighborhood does best. My daughter got right into the spirit, saying, "I think we met you
before!?" to every new neighbor she had never seen before. She's not the shy
one; but I just love how she is so sociable. She didn't waver in her dedication, with a, "Let's go to the next house, Mommy!" until the very end of the night after she
had walked all the way around our block collecting treats while we
carried (I mean, lugged-- thanks Janelle) Grant around.
In those fire boots, I think he weighed 50 pounds. He is such a moose. Maybe we could do that next year.
Ps. Thanks Grandma for the yellow fabric for Grant's jacket.