Ah. Being the parent of a one-year-old trick-or-treater is the best. You go to all these people's houses and they squeal over what an adorable turkey you have, they give you whatever candy you say you like best, and no one even mentions how you're abusing the system. Maggie did great trick-or-treating. She even waved at a couple closed doors and said "boo" once while walking down a driveway. It was a cool evening, so it was a good thing she had on a couple layers and was stuffed with bunting and then covered in down. By the end of the evening she had less feathers and half her turkey waddle, but it was super fun. She loves going for walks, so this was just another variety of late afternoon stroll for her.
One of the funniest things that happened this week involved Maggie finding a new toy to play with. She pretty much has the run of the house now. We close the bathroom door and keep an eye on the kitchen and everything else has been babyproofed for our crawling monster. So she's playing independently in the second bedroom where there's a full length mirror. Totally normal; she loves the baby in the mirror. A quick peek to check on her after a while revealed not a conversation with the baby but a game of peek-a-boo. Fun! Except. Remember that weekend where we tie-dyed underwear? Boy, are they colorful items of clothing -- really stand out to a little person. Especially when they're down at her level. In the dirty clothes hamper. After being worn on a nice long bicycle ride. Gross!
