Seeing Max go trick-or-treating was just terrific. It may seem silly to think of Halloween as significant, but it illustrates how much Max has grown in a whimsical, cartoon-clad, sugarcoated way. Last year, at 10 months old, Max could not walk, let alone understand what Halloween was. More importantly, his palate surgery was days before; the only treat he wanted was liquid oxycodone. But this Halloween, as he walked from house to house, held out his pumpkin(s), and happily accepted treats, I realized the biggest treat for me was one entire surgery-free, healthy year!
Why only have one pumpkin when you have two hands?
Halloween picture from school:)
Max did not tell his mommy what he wanted to be for Halloween. Since his favorite show is the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, she got him a Mickey costume. It was tough for him to contain his enthusiasm, but he managed to.
Halloween hugs (mouse-cow head butt?)
Ben was a very skilled trick-or-treating role model
Get me out of this costume!
