There, I said it.
Ghosts of Halloweens past.
Delia at 18 months with Pa-paw. Poor baby, she was dressed up so much she would have worn anything. I should serve time for that one.
Delia at 2 1/2. Believe it or not, she actually won a costume contest with this one.
Shelby as Baby Bop. Not a good costume for potty training, that I remember well.
Izzy was 6 months old and is in the same costume Delia wore her first Halloween. Her face was so stained with the red it took at least a week to wear off. The next year I tried to get her to wear the Hershey Kiss costume but she wouldn't stop crying. Yes, I still have it. I was young and impulsive. My excuse now? I don't have one.
Instead, she wore this.
One of my favorites, but I can't take credit. Shelby came up with this one on her own.
One of the few years Gregg and I dressed up. It's obvious why it was one of the few years.
Delia and her fella, Ruben.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Max and Izzy last year. Max did not need a costume, according to his shirt his "sister scares him enough." Izzy's socks blinked, her shirt was corny - she was beautiful.
A little dress-up and a good walk to a dozen or so friend's homes. No ghosts or goblins or witches.
Check out Izzy's bag. She has high expectations.
Here Max practices what to say, with a little prompting from his sisters.
Happy fall, y'all.