First of all, can I just say...
Thank the Lord Halloween is OVER!
We were invited to "Trunk or Treat" with some friends of ours, and honestly, I dreaded the thought of going. I just knew there would be all these cute little babies dressed up in costumes that would have me all teary eyed for not having Wyatt here to dress up as a hershey's kiss!
Anyways, I was lucky... there was only one little baby at this little church, which just so happened to be my dear friends (almost) 11 week old son (The friends I visited in the hospital when B was born). We'll just call him Pooh Baby, because, you guessed it, he was dressed like a cute little Winnie the Pooh.
I actually did alright most of the night. I'd been on the verge of tears most of the day, so I was proud of myself for holding it together.
There WAS one point where I was handed pooh baby and within seconds had to practically throw him into my husbands arms as I excused myself outside for a moment...
But guess what? I gave myself a pep talk, marched right back into the fellowship hall, apologized, and picked pooh baby back up to snuggled on him for a while! It wasn't easy, but I did it! Horray. So here's what my night consisted of...
Cuddling on Pooh Baby
Snow White (Yes, she KNOWS she the "fairest in the land...")
And an unhappy lion...
...who became MUCH happier after his THIRD lollipop!
Did I mention it was the lion's birthday too? I'll be posting on his Birthday party/Wyatt's 5 months in heaven next!
