Happy Halloween

apparently, the rule of picture taking with two kids is only child can look cute at a time. As you'll see, that rule applied to us....

We started out our trick or treating experience with a trip to our local zoo for the Zoo Boo. John was hunting on Saturday, so I thought it would be a great way to pass the time. I talked it up to Ambrose for the entire day on Friday, which resulted in him waking up on Saturday completely stoked to go. We get dressed up, take a few pictures of my adorable fire man and trusty Dalmatian fire dog.

We pile in the car and head to the zoo nice and early. I had planned to be there right when it opened so that we could get in and out in 40ish minutes (things never go as planned) . We don't even arrive at the zoo but I know that it's insanely crowded by the amount of cars parked in completely random spots on the way there. We get to the zoo and I'm pretty sure that my mouth was gaping open because the line to the zoo was unreal. The line began inside the zoo, wound around through part of the zoo, all the way through the parking lot and along side the street. At the point I am cursing myself for talking this up to Ambrose. Had I kept my big mouth shut we'd be able to turn around and go home, but since he's so excited mom guilt gets the best of me and we stick around.

After 45 minutes in line with a cranky/sleepy infant, a TON of people smoking IN THE LINE and 5 people cutting in front of us (because how dare I pause in line to unbuckling my infant and pick him up), we make it inside. We make it to three booths, before Ambrose throws down his fireman hat and candy basket and announces that he wants to go home. I sigh, because OF COURSE that's how it would go, and then I make Ambrose get it together because there was no way we were leaving yet. He rallies and we stay for about another 30 minutes.




The next few pics are of Halloween night. Ambrose had practiced all week saying Trick or Treat so that he'd be prepared for Monday night. The phrase served him well because he came home with a load of candy. I didn't get near as many pics as I'd like because John was gone still and as it turns out keeping Ambrose from darting out to every house with a porch light on took most of my time, the other part was divided evenly between carrying all of Ambrose's stuff and trying to keep Bram from diving out of my arms (the stroller lasted 5 minutes before he was ticked).