The Halloween That Wasn't

I love Halloween. Mostly because it's in the fall and I LOVE fall. Unfortunately Halloween always gets put on the back burner. The state fair eats up what feels like most of my October and so I don't always have the opportunity to do all the fall decorating and baking that I'd really like to. And that happened this year too. But by Sunday, October 30th, I had the house decorated (or as decorated as it was going to get):

Kind of lame, I know, but I was short on time.

I had even carved a pumpkin...which is my least favorite part of Halloween. However I love my reward of harvesting the seeds and roasting them. Yum! :)

Level of difficulty: easy. I'm pretty bad at pumpkin carving.

I had even cooked Grant a spooky dinner on Sunday knowing I wouldn't have time to do it Monday with the trick-or-treaters coming.

Mummy dogs and mac-n-cheese!

He was only mildly interested in the hot dog. But the mac-n-cheese
was gone in roughly 3.5 seconds. He's all about some pasta.

I was still debating Sunday night whether we'd take Grant around the neighborhood Monday. But Grant decided for me. During his bath he got chills real bad and they didn't stop until after I had his PJ's on him and wrapped him in a blanket. His temp was 101 something. Around 3 a.m. Husband woke me up to tell me that Grant's temp had gone up to 103. So that was that. Grant stayed home from daycare (with Husband so I could go to the office) and he was feeling just as crumby when I got home as he was when I left. So we only had our porch light on for an hour or so and we only got three trick-or-treaters (all of which I think were teenagers). And, needless to say, Grant did not even get dressed up let alone parade around the neighborhood in all his cuteness. But if he had dressed up, he would have been a dragon:



Pretty much the cutest dragon ever.

Complete with wings and an adorable tail that
flops all over the place when he runs.

Today has brought some improvement with what the doctor says is a virus and an ear infection. Oh, and he's teething. This kid just doesn't half-ass anything, does he?