However, this Halloween, Ian had other plans. He woke us up around 11:30 Friday night crying in his crib. I went in to give him a pacifier and that's when I discovered he'd thrown up. EVERYWHERE. And thus began 24 hours of "viral gastroenteritis." We had to take him to urgent care on Saturday to get the vomiting to stop - poor little guy.
So by the time Halloween itself rolled around, we weren't really in the costume mood. We dressed the little guy up for some photos, went over to our next door neighbor's house for a quick pre-trick-or-treating chili dinner, then headed back to our house to dispense boatloads of candy to the neighborhood kids. Ian was in bed by his usual time, blissfully unaware that Halloween is mommy's favorite holiday, EVER.
There's always next year!
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