
Let's do this thing!
Leah knew exactly who she was and told anyone who would listen. She was a trooper trying to keep up with big brother. After about 45 minutes she wanted to be held. She'd lay her head on my shoulder, but keep a death grip on her heavy bucket of goodness. All we did was approach the next house and say, "OK Dillan, go trick or treat this one" and she perked right up and ran after him, shouting "TrickorTreat! TrickorTreat!"

The Little Crazy
Dillan was called an Elf and Robin Hood more than once, but didn't seem to notice. He carried a small knife, sorry SWORD, on his belt that kept him fearless most of the night. He was into it. He pointed out any cool costumes that would pass us on the streets, as well as all the outdoor decorations put on some houses. When he got a new piece of something put in his bucket, he immediately pulled it out and proudly proclaimed what he got. He is still talking about how many doorbells he rang while Mom and Dad waited on the sidewalk. He's feelin' big!

Action shot!
Best part? Dillan doesn't like chocolate, and thinks the Utz pretzels shaped like pumpkins and bats are the coolest thing in his loot. Whatta crazy kid!













