This is the first year that both kids went trick-or-treating. I am not talking about the obligatory one or two houses. I am talking a full-up military campaign (complete with strip maps, 5-paragraph operations order, dress rehearsals ... the works). Armed with nothing but costumes and plastic buckets, we were set. But first, we had to carve pumpkins.
Mason was into it (having hand selected his pumpkin at Stuckey Farm). Mallory was content to draw on her pumpkin with a Sharpie. Regardless, it brought back fond memories of four boys surrounding a newspaper-covered kitchen table carving pumpkins under the watchful eyes of Mom and Dad.
It was now, officially, Halloween.
And now onto the trick-or-treating.
Mason was dressed as an Ohio State Buckeye while Mallory made a game-time decision to go from Snow White to Belle (Having only spent $2 on the Snow White costume at a garage sale, we weren't too upset).
Dressed to the nines and ready to go, we met up with a couple of other families and off we went. We rang every doorbell in our part of the neighborhood; 71 total. By the time we were 3/4 of the way done, I was carrying Mallory but we would not be deterred. We made it back safely as Mom was handing out the last pieces of candy. A successful Halloween, indeed.
We thank everyone who sent birthday wishes and presents for her. She is blessed to have so many people who care about her. The picture below is of Mommy and Mallory. Mallory is wearing the cross necklace that Great-grandma and Great-grandpa Purvis got for her. GGMa Purvis got it for her as a reminder that she is lucky enough to have three grandmas. Two here with us and one looking down from above. While she doesn't understand it yet, she will in due time and appreciate that there are so many watching over her. 
For her birthday dinner, we went back to the kid's favorite burger joint, Red Robin. The kids have too much ice cream, but the service was great (thanks Caitlin!) and the burgers were, of course, amazing.
The staff at Red Robin even sang Happy Birthday to our amazing little four-year-old. My how time flies.
