My Little Pink Leopard

Halloween.  It has never been something we fully participated in amongst our family, but with all the little ones that have entered the family, trick or treating has become a fun event.  Living inside a youth camp, we never had kids ringing the doorbell saying, "Trick or treat!"  I personally didn't start trick or treating until I was in middle school, and even then, my costumes were simple (hippie, cheerleader, bears fan).  I was truly just out there to get as much candy as possible.  Now that my parents live in a neighborhood, we get to see all the kids come to the door and pass out the much desired candy.  It is always a good mix of tastefully cute costumes, and the ones that you wish the parent's wouldn't allow there little ones to wear.

 This year, our little lady was an adorable little pink leopard.  It was a hand me down from Kendrick, and I can remember getting all excited with Erin when we put her in it for the first time four years ago!  It really is crazy how fast time goes.

We were joined by the McKendrick crew and Theoharis clan.  Spiderman, a pink butterfly, an adorable lion, a cheerleader, a soccer player, and a sleeping puppy (Rems took an extra long nap!) all hit the streets around Grandma and Grandpa D's house.  It was a fun walk around the neighborhood, with an extra cold breeze but warm sun easing the sting.  The streets were lined with piles of crunchy leaves, kids were running wild in their disguises, and Cohen, the lion, was just the cutest thing you ever did see.  All the big kids took turns carrying Zaylee's basket up to the door and always made sure to get her some candy since she couldn't do it herself.  They all take such good care of her, and it's so sweet to watch them love on her.

We are always happy to have Aunt Jenny with us!

 When we got back to the house, we heard screaming as the Bears had just come back for the win!  The kids dumped out their buckets and took inventory of all they had accumulated from our short walk.  It was a happy moment indeed.  Paul had been sick for the better part of the weekend, so he was able to enjoy the game in peace and quiet.  He was happy to see us return and got some good snuggles from his baby girl. 

 
It was another great weekend with family, good food, and memories made.  One of those memories being Aunt Jenny getting her nose pierced.  She has been wanting it since last summer, but finally was able to do it and in the company of little Zay!  Oh Zaylee, how I hope you NEVER come home with a tatoo it will break your father's heart.  A nose stud he can handle, but please no ink!