Death to Candy

The Fall leaves finally made it to Hickory. Our street is just beautiful. L O V E L Y.

But we're back to weather in the mid-60s to mid-70s. Apparently Mr Smith goes to bed with a sweatshirt but takes it off every night never remembering actually doing it. He's a weird kid.

I know I have been blogging so much lately! But I feel it's because I can't figure out how to be better productive during nap time, well, the second one. So any way, three cheers to having Halloween over. I'm sorry, I really don't care for the holiday. This year we did more than we have ever done for Halloween in our adults lives (remember Mr Smith is old), we dressed Lexi up in the R2-D2 costume my wonderful mother made & we handed out some candy out of pure obligation. Thankfully, not too many kids come down a dead end street. But here goes Mr Smith... "Are those parents really driving their kids door to door?!" He liked to point out the cute kids with parents that do it "how they should" when they come to the door with the kids.

However, since I knew we weren't going door to door to beg for candy, I let Lexi wear her costume to Target & Aldi. Most people loved her like they always do, including those who probably just thought I dress my child in odd clothes. Not everyone is a Star Wars fan. Lexi sits great in the shopping cart so it's a fun distraction to get out. I just hate/love spending money.

Any way, we're not the best sports for the season, but I admit it will be fun to let the kids indulge their creativity & candy high. That's me somewhat willing to carry on a tradition for the sake of child happiness. It is something they get excited about. I remember. But that's where ward parties are the best. Ours got cancelled this year (not crying a river). I just know I'll be the most annoying parent who will only go to particular houses & will limit their intake. Says the lady married to Mr Smith.  Mr Smith likes the holiday only for the giant bags of candy he buys for himself #deathwish

Maybe next year I'll just pass out fruit snacks.

Speaking of... guess what conversation we actually had the other day...

Mr Smith... "Well, think about it. Women normally live longer than men & if I'm shaving off years of my life by my eating habits too..."

Mrs Smith... "Are you really saying I'm going to be a widow for a long long time?"

Somehow we put a 15 year death rate difference on it & I'm not sure where Mr Smith got that number, but seriously, he kills me. 

But hopefully we are allowed the privilege of watching Lexi grow & morph into random figures during her childhood. Otherwise, what is a childhood.

 One Halloween costume down; I wonder who will wear it next...

I feel a family theme coming on... (one where the parents are still Muggles)