Howloween

The actual day of Halloween was pretty much poo this year. Dave and I were both on our death beds, writhing in pain from the stomach flu; hence, the title “Howl”oween. We were so lame that we even had to put out “The TREAT bowl” for the trick-or-treaters (and learned that you go through 10X’s the candy doing it that way, BTW). And what’s even worse, we couldn’t even take our babies out trick-or-treating (thankfully, Grandma and Grandpa stepped in). We did, however, have a few good days leading up to the day…
Grandma Sherrie threw one heck of grandkid Halloween party with endless games and prizes. 




Pumpkin carving!!! Two was all we managed to do, but good enough:

Mrs. Reiber, Kate’s Kindergarten teacher, invited all of her students and families to her farm one Saturday in October. There were farm animals to pet, a train to ride, and fresh apples and pumpkins to pick. It was there that Kate won her major award: A 117 pound pumpkin, which she won for guessing its weight. Maybe this means she’ll be good at math?!!! Either way, we were proud, although it was quite the trick lugging the pumpkin from there to home;) :

We got ourselves Cornbelly's Season Passes this year, making for a whole lot of harvesty fun:

And, last but not least, Kate strutted her stuff at the Halloween Parade at school. I was sick for this, mind you, but decided infecting everyone else was a small price to pay for a 5-year-old’s confidence to not get crushed. Yeah, I’m a nice mom like that:
 

Being sick is definitely not the way I like my Halloween going down, but we ended up having an okay one inspite of it all.