About a month ago we started asking Anders what he wanted to be for Halloween. He said “Diesel”.
I thought, “After all I’ve done for you; carried you in my body, birthed you, stayed awake for 13 months, given up so much, you want to be Diesel? Not Rigby?”
Not that there is anything wrong with Diesel; he’s a lovely dog. But, he’s not Rigby.
After I got over the betrayal by my eldest son I started contemplating the Diesel costume.
Then I asked Finn what he wanted to be for Halloween. He said, “Ba baba abababab bababa,” and stuck his finger up my nose. Then he laughed uproariously. I was so glad he wanted to be Rigby that I ignored the nostril poke.
Dog costumes are super easy, at least the way I did it. I got a couple hat/mitten combos at Target, sewed a little pink material into the mitten, sewed the mittens to the hats and called them ears. Next I dressed the boys in mono-colored clothing and stuck a tail on their rear ends. Dog collars added a special touch. I was going to give them a stink bath for added authenticity, but ran out of time.
(Disclosure: my mom sewed the Diesel ears while she was out here. That’s how you make costuming easy.)
We started the evening at a birthday party for twins Kiris and Gray. They turned three.








The boys were getting a little antsy so we took a walk down the street for some trick-or-treating.





We got back to the birthday party just in time for singing and cake. Delicious.

The boys were getting the hang of the trick-or-treating thing, so we left the birthday party and hit the streets once more on our way to our next party.
At Ian and Gigi’s house there were more friends and more yummy food. We pretty much hit the jackpot on friends and food on Halloween. Ian and Gigi have two little girls and a dollhouse in the livingroom. The dollhouse was surrounded by four little boys at one point, while the girls entertained themselves elsewhere.


By about 7:40 we were done. A little more trick-or-treating on our walk home–then bed. Both dogs/boys were asleep within a minute of laying down.

As for the candy, I put it in the cupboard and Anders didn’t ask for it today. I’m not going to bring it up. He got great candy–lots of chocolate–so I figure I should eat it and save him from dental disease and childhood obesity. I’m a good mom like that.