Silly Willy Nilly Ole’ Bear

Yesterday, we took M around the neighborhood for his very first time trick-or-treating. He sort of picked out his costume this year. A few weeks ago we popped into a thrift store to look at costumes and M spotted this Winnie the Pooh costume on the rack. He pointed to it and began clapping and hollering, “Pooh!!! Pooh Ba!!!” and clutched it close. He loves Winnie the Pooh. So Pooh Ba he got to be. Every time he saw his costume in the closet, M would get excited all over again and ask to hold it. So he was very happy when Halloween finally came and he got to don his costume.

It was hilarious how quickly M caught the hang of trick-or-treating. In no time at all he had it all figured out that if you knock on the door and say, “treat” some nice stranger will drop candy in your pumpkin. He was so eager to help knock on every door. And he had to be reminded a couple of times that if someone held the bucket out for him to pick out his candy, he only got to take ONE piece, not a whole handful.

Watching him waddle along in his Winnie the Pooh costume was the only good part of the week. All three of us had the flu right in a row and we spent pretty much all week on death’s doorstep. Luckily, M seemed to be over his illness the quickest. He bounced back and was happy and healthy again in no time. But Spencer and I were absolutely wiped out. We took turns writhing on the floor and moaning and weeping. It was honestly the sickest I’ve been in YEARS. Taking M trick-or-treating was the first time I’d left the house all week. And we only we able to make it up the street and back because Spencer and I were still feeling so weak. But I’m so glad M was feeling well enough to go. He was such a happy little Pooh Bear.