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Hallowe'en 2007

Hallowe'en. What to do for a costume? Regardless of whether we were going to bring her trick or treating, Margo already had a couple of costumed social engagements lined up. It's official: my daughter is waaaay more popular than I ever was.

Last Saturday, we went to a second-hand store that bills itself as having a great assortment of costumes. And you know those moments when you go shopping, and there, tucked in the rack, is the perfect outfit that is glowing, like some Holy Grail or sugar-induced hallucination? It happened. We tried the outfit on for fit, and when we brought her out of the change room, adults stopped and smiled, cashiers cooed, eagles descended to earth and bowed down in her glory.

She was really cute.

And 30 seconds after having it on, she forgot that she was wearing a costume, and off she went down the sidewalk, her clunky walk making her tail bob around from side to side.

Hallowe'en day, she made a cute little set of footprint ghosts at childcare. On the way home, I was a little nervous because she seemed to be zoning - not a good sign for heading out in the evening. Not to worry, by the end of the car ride, she seemed to be... I don't know how to describe it, but she seemed to be performing a wedding in her car seat between her stuffed cat and another smaller stuffed cat. I don't know... may have been in my head.

After cramming a healthy meal down her throat and changing diapers, we got her dressed and out the door. The plan was just to hit the neighbours who also have kids, get her used to the notion of trick or treating, to carrying a bag. She really took to carrying a bag nicely. Didn't really "get" all the rest, but was a good sports about it and liked all the colourful wrappers.



Back home.

Checked out a few of the visiting Hallowe'eners.

Went to bed nicely.

A fun time had by all.

- Michel

(sorry if the video quality is not great... I've made it smaller to download quicker)

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1:16 p.m. Blogger Unknown said…


Ahhh!!! That is sooo cute!!!    



9:12 p.m. Anonymous Anonymous said…


I want to fast forward twenty years to see Margo smiling at her cute-self when she reviews this.

I wonder what the mode of photograph will be in 20 years?

Tati Julie et Tonton Adrian  
 



7:10 a.m. Blogger accidental altruist said…


oh yeah. that's adorable! nice coordination of costume with bag. I like the pink vinyl mini shopping bag - easier for Margo to shove her whole arm in at a 90 degree angle. I love the walk and the huge head. ... huge head, aw... so much like daddy!    



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