Halloween Tradition

Mom will always want a good pre-trick or treating photoshoot. It's a circus at this age, but at least Dallin was willing to play his part for a short time. I love the costumes that live on. Gammi made Lexi a Mouna outfit this year. We forgot the necklace in the shoot, but we somehow managed all other moving parts. She has the best real smile, but it's impossible to get it at the same time as Dallin. So see the below individual shots thanks to Dad's participation.

Lexi was beyond excited and on the way home said this was the "best day ever". However, we were a little disappointed she would forget to say trick or treat and follow up it up with thank you. We told her we wouldn't go to anymore houses if she couldn't remember. I think the big bowl of candy just took over her mind. Dallin did better than expected and was pretty territorial over his bag most of the time. He wouldn't speak (public speaking makes him nervous), but he walked up there once he realized what it meant.

It was nice having a safe, suburban neighborhood to walk through. We just went up & down one street near us, trying to meet up with Lexi's neighborhood friend, Leila.

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