Yesterday was my Halloween immersion. In the morning I went to 5-year-old grandson Fritz's parade at his pre-school. He was a Roman.
In the early afternoon it was 6-year-old Henry's parade and haunted house at his school, which is also the school I work at.
My daughter-in-law Laura has photos on her Lake Dawn Blog: Life at the Foot of the Olympics of 14-month-old Arlo and 3-year old Zach as blue dinosaurs. She actually sewed the boys costumes.
And then something awful this way comes. The little guys grow up and become obnoxious, although I'll admit I trick-or-treated with Anthony, now 21 (blonde wig), many times when he was a boy. I've known these guys as kids--and as football heroes in high school. Now they are in college and working. Ah, for the age of innocence. Those tats are going to be ugly to remove someday, but no one ever listens to me.
I'm in a blue dinosaur mood tonight myself although I've sure been to some fun parties in the past. Now I'm a stay-at-home grandma, reading and working on art projects. Turn, turn, turn.