Happy Halloween! I bet some of you are here thinking you would get to see cute pictures of one little Toddler wearing the Halloween costume that she picked out all by herself. You would be wrong. I took her to the mall to have professional photos taken while wearing the costume (which I'm almost afraid to admit went really well) but they haven't emailed them to me yet. Since we returned, we have asked her about 15 bazillion times if she wants to dress up again and she says "NO!" We are talking about a kid that has worn that costume every day since she got it, sometimes for hours on end. But, hey, why wear it when it's time to Trick or Treat? Just because Daddy offered to take her around the neighborhood doesn't mean that she should cooperate, after all. And for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of meeting the man, he could have sincerely offered to house monkeys in his butt and would have gotten less of a shocked reaction from me. The man does not do holidays, especially ones that involve knocking on strangers doors and begging for candy. I fear Alexis may have missed the one and only time he will make that offer.

While I do not presently have photos of Alexis in her costume, I do have other photos worth sharing. First, here's the lovely decor in the front yard, including my Uncle Larry:

You know you think Uncle Larry is a sexy beast. Don't try to hide it.

The Toddler who would not go Trick or Treating did assist with the candy distribution. It was probably only so she could make sure nobody stole her Kit Kats. By the way, you don't need someone to unwrap a Kit Kat before you eat it. It tastes just dandy with the paper left on it.

After the candy distribution came the pumpkin carving. Apparently, if you are suffering from a wicked sugar high, you need to climb way up high, on top of the table, in order to assist with the carving activities.

To be honest, though, the scariest part of this Halloween was at lunch when I made the critical error of feeding the Toddler a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Who knew she would try to lick the jelly off the bread?