Eat Till Ya Puke...

Halloween is over. It was fun. By the end of night Annika's bag was too heavy to carry (she would go to the door, take the candy in hand, and bring it back to Daddy) and she said, "Ok, I think Halloween just has too much walking." I would have to agree Annika...my dogs were barking by nights end.

2009 meet 1952...
I even made a jello mold. Of course my jello mold was spiked with vodka. I think if I was really back in the '50s and had none of my modern conveniences I wouldn't even bother with the flavor masking jello...
I made sure that my door-to-door vacuum salesman husband had a paper and a cocktail the moment he walked in the door. I also had freshened my face and made sure the children were quiet because by golly he might have had a hard day (I heard that in a 1950s wife etiquette book)...

I would like the record to show that I did not pose her this way. She saw it in a costume magazine and rocked it out "Americas Next Top Model" style...
According to popular belief Annika is not toddler beauty pageant contestant. She is the ever popular Thumbalina...

That is a whole lot of hair girl (that Mama ended up carrying half way through the night)...

Sweet lil' mermaid...

We have a standing rule (that we might have taken from the Bad Parenting for the Lazy Parent handbook) that states: The day after Halloween Lena and Annika can eat as much candy as they want. There is no limit. They can start at 6:30am if they so choose (darn you time change, darn you). They can eat it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The wild abandon can be performed for one day and one day only as long as all wrappers are placed in the wrapper bowl. They can quite literally eat until they puke, though puking is not required. They usually make it until mid-afternoon and then the fervor tapers off. Let the good times roll. Tootsie Roll that is...