An amphibian, a truck, and an icy beverage

For the record, Halloween and Hand, foot and mouth disease do not mix. While Jacob looked adorable dressed as a tall iced mocha (with whip), he wasn't much up for trick or treating. Consequently, we only have a few pictures of him in his adorable costume, and he's pretty miserable in most of them. But the stress of being dressed as a felt beverage did result in a great night's sleep for our sick little guy.

Abby and Caleb, on the other hand, could not have been happier to be traipsing around in the dark with the neighborhood kids demanding candy from their neighbors. One of the big kids even told me Abby was being really good and telling everybody thank you (but only after she filled her plastic pumpkin and her frog hat with handfuls of candy). You can get away with a lot when you're cute and little and dressed as a giant frog in a tutu. She's all of the above, and we've got mounds of Halloween candy to prove it.

Caleb, by all accounts, was about the best Tow Mater ever. For about fifteen minutes. I failed to factor in how heavy that cardboard costume would be once it was completed. Halfway through the trick-or-treating, he was totally over being dressed as a giant tow truck and shed his costume on our front step. He continued to collect candy, and being the youngest in the group even earned him the right to demand specific types of candy at each house. (M&M's and those little foil wrapped chocolate discs, for the record, taste better if you take the wrapper off first. But try telling that to a sugar-crazed two year old.)

Now that the sugar's worn off, the kids are sound asleep in their beds, perhaps dreaming of the Halloween Fairy that I promised would come in the night and leave them a surprise if they left their pumpkins full of candy outside their doors. Less candy for them, more candy for me. I'm loving the Halloween Fairy already.