A Mommy Story

Last night I rushed out of work early in order to be home for trick or treating. Aaron planned to pass out candy, and I wanted to take Cordy door to door. However, everyone else in the city was apparently thinking the same thing, so getting home took a little effort due to massive traffic jams.

The weather also wasn’t very good – cold and rainy. But thankfully the rain stopped right before trick or treat began. As I walked in the door of our house, I was greeted with our little brown and white cow:

I’m very happy with the costume choice. Not only is it adorable on her, but she also didn’t mind wearing it.

I gave Cordy her pumpkin candy container, and we set off to try trick or treating. Last year I took her out in costume in her stroller, mostly to meet some neighbors and show off her cute Tinkerbell costume. This year, though, we were a little more serious. She walked the entire time, and she insisted on holding on to her pumpkin. “Itza pun-kin!” could be heard every 10 steps as we walked down the sidewalk.

The neighbors loved seeing her in costume. She was a little less sure of them, though. She didn’t quite understand why we were walking up to houses, standing at the door, but then not going in. And she didn’t understand why people kept wanting to put things in her pumpkin. Cordy would always look in her pumpkin afterwards as if to say, “What’s that doing in there?” Thankfully, she doesn’t know what candy looks like yet.

Manners weren’t very good, either. She would usually say hi to people, but saying “trick or treat” was impossible and “thank you” was tough. After someone got up in her face, she generally got nervous and responded with, “Bye!” and tried to pull me away.

Even though I told people not to give her much candy, since she’s not going to eat it anyway, they still heaped handfuls into her pumpkin. Which meant that after several houses, her pumpkin was much heavier than before. But she still insisted on carrying it.

We walked down our street and back up the other side, then hit a few more houses on the next street before she tired out. I brought her back to our house, and for the last hour of trick or treat she played in the living room and watched other kids come to the door. And, of course, when a boisterous group came up and loudly said, “Trick or treat,” Cordy finally responded with “Twik o Tweet!”

More pictures:

Showing Dora her loot.




Moo, moo, moO, MOO, Moo, moo, moooooo!




Wrestling with daddy before bed.