Jackpot!

The night was great. Lucy never got the hang of carrying her bag, but eventually would put her hand out for treats and then bring them to Mumma, while Mac said his very practiced trick or treat.

A dozen or so houses through the streets of Halfmoon Bay the the kids were thrilled with running up and down the driveways, waving their glowsticks and then running back to check out their loot and choose one piece for dessert.

Happy, happy, kids!

And then bedtime came. Both were exhausted and went straight to sleep, or so I though, until I heard a whimper from McLean. Thinking we needed to review the night, as that usually helps this little one get to sleep, into their room I snuck to discover Mac had thrown up all throughout his bed. And up four more times last night, poor little guy has the flu. So, twice washed Halloween jammies, we are still wearing today, and just hanging out watching t.v. and movies. But, even as pale as a ghost as he is, if you ask about trick or treating he beams form ear to ear!