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Let's do this shit.

So yesterday was obviously Halloween.  I was dreading it, of course.

We had a close friend and her daughter who's the same age as My Big Guy come over to join us Trick or Treating.  My parents and my grandma also came over to help man the fort and to enjoy the holiday with my boys.  

While My Little Guy was napping we decided to head out and do our Trick or Treating.  My Little Guy is not a huge fan of rain, and it was unfortunately pouring all day yesterday.  Since my parents and grandma were going to stay at our house to hand out candy we decided to let My Little Guy keep napping.

I got my little giraffe all dressed up and we headed out into the rain.  

Please excuse the blurriness.  It's hard to capture a moving target with a phone camera.

While we were out there I found myself actually having a good time.  Seeing how much My Big Guy was enjoying himself was contagious and having everyone tell me how cute he is didn't hurt.  

We jumped in puddles, made big splashes in the rain, and walked up and down our block collecting candy.  

I'll admit it - it was fun.  

You know what wasn't fun?  This morning when the children woke up with a total Halloween hangover.  Just when I thought I might be turning the corner on my most hated holiday I find myself back in the hatred.  45 minutes of screaming about having to watch Day of the Diesels instead of Fireman Sam will do that to you.

Now.  Anyone want any mini cheeseballs?