This was technically Sloan’s very first Halloween.  She missed last year’s by 10 days.  I wanted her to experience all that is one of my favorite holiday – sans all the candy.

We made pumpkin chocolate chip cookies [twice, if I am being honest] the week prior.  Sloan loves to watch the mixer go – I always let her have a front row seat.  We finally decorated the house – technically they were only up 8 days before I set up Christmas, but we’ll just not talk about that right now.  Sloan was surprisingly unphased by Skully the Skeleton.  There was even a tender moment when she grabbed his phalange.  Yes – owning an anatomically correct skeleton model makes you an expert on anatomy, in case you were wondering.  The day of Halloween Sloan had a few visitors.  Uncle Blake and Aunt Brittany came over to see Sloan in her costume.  She was a popcorn – per Zach’s request.   We also went trick-or-treating at my parent’s new place – which is temporary – where Sloan received a bubble machine from my parents.  It’s going to be a whole solid day of entertainment when I decide to bust that baby out.  Then we went to Mimi and Papa’s house to trick-or-treat.

It was Zach’s most authentic costume to date:  himself, with a side of popcorn.   We let Sloan stay up a little later and help pass out Halloween candy to our local treaters.  We had quite an influx and ran out of the “good candy” so we had to refill half way through the night with ghetto bite size candy.  But I am sure it was Sloan’s favorite part of the night.  She thew her first ever fit when it was time to put her down to bed.  She wanted to mingle with our spooky visitors.  It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but holidays are definitely more exciting with children.

But what WAS extraordinary was the massive fist fight that happened across the street later that night at my neighbor’s house.  THAT was exciting.  If only my video camera on my phone could have captured the essence of it all, at 2:00 am, from my bedroom window.  It will go down as my first time ever calling the po-po on someone.  Ever.  And I’m from Taylorsville.  People from the Ville would call me a “snitch” and my street creed would be ruined for life.  Luckily, the Boro is pretty chill.   Sloan’s first Halloween definitely won’t be forgotten…by me at least.