This was the second Holloween for Brandon, but the first that we took him out trick-or-treating for. He was a cute little giraffe, and we tooled around the neighborhood in a a flyer wagon. Brandon got spooked by a couple of the more elaborate setups that had moving ghosts and talking werewolves. Everyone thought he was the cutest giraffe though, and he got plenty of candy.
Zenna and I both dressed up, and some houses gave us candy as well. She was a black cat, and I dressed up as a US Air Force pilot, complete with helmet. It sprinkled a couple times in the evening, but the weather was not cold at all. My mom came along with us, since this was her last evening to spend with us before she drove back to Colorado. We've been helping her pack her things into our garage since Monday. My lower back is hurting a bit, Zenna still needs to give me a massage.
