I'm a sucker for Halloween. I never grew out of the whole idea of playing dress-up, and this is the one time of year that a grown adult can get away with putting on a pink velvet dress, sparkly tiara, silver shoes, a wand and go into work like that. This year I could not resist dressing my little man up. He ended up with not one, or two costumes to wear, Malcolm had four costumes and one set of pumpkin pyjamas. Three were thoughtfully picked up by Grandma Chez Frenchy's and I am a firm believer of making our own costumes so I made one just for trick-or-treating. Yes I took my three and a half month son out trick-or-treating, we only went to 6 houses and it was just an opportunity to show Malcolm off.
Here is our family all decked out in our pumpkin gear the Sunday before at Cass, Syl and Charles-Xavier's pumpkin carving party.
Malcolm returning from story time at the library as a sleepy Winnie The Pooh.
My little snowflake after trick-or-treating.
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