Jack celebrated his "first" Halloween this evening. I think he had a great time. We made a few trick-or-treat stops since bedtime was quickly approaching. He loved all the attention and the treats (although his Mommy wouldn't let him eat any of the candy...maybe next year). He was a pretty adorable little chicken. I've decided that in the days to come if he starts to frustrate me, I'll just stick him in some random costume. I can't be mad at him if he's dressed as a monkey or chicken or pirate. Right?
Also kudos to his father who was such a good sport and participated in our fun by dressing as Colonel Sanders. These pictures prove how much he loves his wife. I mistakingly made the comment, though, that he could decide the theme next year and I would dress up. I think I'm going to regret those words...