Last year Lilly was a bump of a ladybug. We carried her around and she didn't gather any candy for me... er... her. Clara was into it, but a little possessive when it came to her candy.
This year it wasn't much of a surprise that Clara insisted on being a princess. Heck, she's been a princess in her mind as long as she had a mind.
Lilly was a lion because, well, she was too darn cute.
We carved pumpkins at NanaPapa's the Saturday before. (Well, everybody but me. I was busy tweaking their TiVo and then headed off to the Husky game (shame, shame) to hang with Rob.) In another contrasting moment Clara actually got her hands all nasty with pumpkin guts and seemed to enjoy it. Lilly scraped away with a spoon and did something useful.
On the night itself we scored some pizzas and headed to the Lyman's on the Sammamish Plateau. It seemed somehow better to trick or treat with people rather than trees and elk. After the food was gone we headed out. Lex was Buzz Lightyear and little Jack was a cowboy.
Clara did pretty well. She and Lex took turns ringing doorbells. She only occassionally needed to be reminded to say thank you. Lilly needed a little bit of hand-holding to get to the door, but was perfectly content to reach into the strange people's bucket of treats. Her thank yous were barely whispered and I missed many of them even being just right next to her.
By the time we were back at the house Lilly was about done for. She lay on the stairs in her costume and hardly moved. The girls had a quick chocolate snack, changed into jammies, and we headed home.
Each day since has been a battle to keep the treats on top of the fridge. If they eat well at meals they get a little something. I wish I was as lucky.