I kept waiting for the text or e-mail last Saturday morning, calling off the games (the two hours of games) because it was 40 degrees outside
So we arrived in style.
Ben and Nicholas accepting the pants, hats, and long sleeve shirts that I took along anyway after they refused to wear them to the game.
And Alida had no such qualms about playing in her hat with leggings under her uniform--leggings with silver cats. I love this girl. She finally got out from being goalie. At the end of the game she was so excited; then she told me she just wanted to be goalie again.
For as long as I can remember, Halloween evening dinner is simple: corn dogs and tater tots.
Not for Nicholas this year, he has declared he won't eat a corn dog.
So after asking for a fried egg and bacon (sure buddy, I've got nothing but time on my hands particularly since your dad had to be at work in Georgia on Halloween evening this time around and we live in the middle of no where and had to figure out where to go trick-or-treating), he apparently only eats the yolk, not the white and not the bacon.