We borrowed an adorable lamb costume from our goddaughter Madeline, which I intended to have Abby wear for Halloween, but then I remembered that I had my old dirndl — sent to me by my aunt when she was stationed in Heidelberg years ago — and I had never tried it on Abigail. Sentimentality plus an extremely warm Halloween night sealed the deal; the dirndl seemed like a far more comfortable option in the 80-degree weather. Abigail could have stepped right out of The Sound of Music.
We met Abby’s friend Olivia and her parents Leslie and John for a quick dinner — Abigail freaked us out by biting down so hard she broke the little plastic spoon we had (stupidly) given her for her yogurt, and I am still not entirely sure she didn’t swallow part of it. But, uh, she appears to be fine. After dinner, Abby and Livy had fun trick-or-treating in Leslie and John’s neighborhood. They were the cutest!
She went to bed an hour past bedtime, which worked out perfectly with Daylight Savings. I’m not sure she really understood the big deal with treat-or-treating, but she got a little taste of it, anyway (if not a taste of the actual candy, which I convinced her were just small, brightly-wrapped toys), and I’m sure she’ll be ready and rarin’ to go next Halloween!
