On Halloween


Ellen just had to go trick or treating. I can honestly say it's not my idea. I am of two minds about the whole deal. I'd rather skip Halloween altogether.

For one thing, everyone is so OVERGENEROUS with their candy. She went to THREE places and got almost a full plastic pumpkin.

But she's so cute and she loves going. She even says; "Trick or treat." and "Thank you." to everyone. She's slowly starting to come out of her shell.

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Donna. W said…
I wouldn't take ANYTHING for my Halloween memories.
November 1, 2011 at 8:40 PM
Frau Guten Tag said…
Im with you, we dont celebrate halloween. I cant believe how grown up she is getting & its wonderful that shes coming out of her shell!
November 2, 2011 at 6:16 PM
Unknown said…
Wow! Can't believe how grown up she is! She was just a wee thing when we first started corresponding via our blogs! She's a beauty! xo
November 2, 2011 at 10:14 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Thank you all. Yes, I have one good Halloween memory, when I was a kid. For one thing one of the girls I went trick or treating with in jr high had an aneursym in her brain when she was 20. She has never recovered fully. That is one of my bitter/sweet memories of her; carefree and healthy.

C-glad to hear from you. Yes, Elle is getting big, but so is your little one...who's not so little any more!
November 3, 2011 at 7:23 PM
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