Grrr....Tanner was a cheetah for Halloween. Or was it a leopard? Not really sure, but what I do know is to not buy Halloween costumes in August. It fit then. Not so much come end of October, judging by the crotch bunching and the capri length. That's okay, Tanner still scored some major candy for Momma and Dadda, and himself (judging by the stash he hid under his leg and started eating when we weren't looking. Tootsie rolls and wrappers are his favorite.) We celebrated the night on Avila St. in the Marina, where they close down 4 street blocks, and the multi-million dollar mansions go all out for the night. It was unbelievable. Garages were turned into haunted houses with smoke, music, lights, hanging decorations and wine and cheese plates. It was truly like a Mardi Gras for parents, and judging by our "road sodas," it lived up to the Mardi Gras hype.
Too pooped for tricks
Wyatt, Reese, Tanner and Olive
1 comment:
such the cat's meow uncle s
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