Halloween Week

Halloween at our house, with two developmentally disabled little kids, is often a sad holiday. The kids don't understand it, much like Christmas. George is somewhat better at getting it than his sister; he loves Santa Claus, but much like he loves all costumed characters.

Something funny just happened: right after I wrote the above, George came over to me with his Halloween costume (a khaki soldier outfit) and "asked" me to put it on him. After some hesitation and encouragement from his dad and grandma, I went ahead and did it. So I take back what I just said; George does seem to at least enjoy dressing up in costumes. How many times does these kids make me out to be a liar?

Anyway, both kids loved getting dressed up, even though they really don't understand the concept of Halloween. I waited until the last minute (i.e., the night before) to get costumes because I assumed that it was pointless. After this year, we decided that next year we're going to take the kids trick-or-treating for the first time, at least around the neighborhood.

Oh, I forgot to mention that Anna was a princess, mostly because it was the last minute and that was all Walmart had. For the last several years, little girls dressing up as princesses has been all the rave. Anna loved it, though; on Wednesday when she was able to dress up for school, she came home with her worker and curtsied all over the place. "Who taught you that?" Very cute.