The act of chopping organic, golden, Granny Smith apples is futility itself if you're going to put them by a bowl of three pounds of candy. And that's how it should be.
We kicked off our Halloween last weekend with a party that started with cupcakes and ended with a sparkly witch chasing Super Mario, Peach, and Master Chief from Halo. I had so much fun watching the kiddos and refreshing drinks that that I didn't take many pictures!
I did make the kids take the obligatory "we all look so fun!" pic with their mommy.
I didn't plan too many kids' games to try to cajole them into, like I have in past events. One or two games available is plenty (a little fishing game was a surprise standout); they just wanted to dig through all the toys and have their own fun.
And not much was left in the aforementioned candy bowl except Tootsie Rolls, the unfairly-maligned candy that's kept everyone in chocolate without refrigeration since 1896. It got our forefathers through many a Halloween, and we owe it more respect! Dig into its past, too - it's secretive and mysterious. They wouldn't even talk to Sunday Morning's Nancy Giles in this piece:
Mystery, intrigue, human cost, and heat durability -take that, Snickers, that's real satisfaction.
We then went to Boo at the Zoo with my brother, his wife, and their little one on Sunday. My youngest examined my look before we left, as a fellow Disney villain, and I checked out.
It was a perfect evening, and we picnicked with Popeye's chicken from just up the road. Son Two was stoked to hop back into the corn box this year and toss some kernels like Scrooge McDuck.
Super Mario practiced his super jump with his fellow heroes.
And on his way to the dance floor, my husband reported that some Disney Princess volunteers adored my youngest's Baby Gaston costume.
The foggy flamingos were my favorite part of the trail, with a spooky soundtrack, lights, and cinnamon-scented fog (because, why not?). The music was fun, and some folks showed up with elaborate, impressive costumes. It was well worth being up late on a school night.
With a successful shindig under our belts and candy for days ahead, I'm calling our first Halloween weekend a success!