Halloween 2013

OK, so at first, I got all upset because I hate the little shoe cover thingies that my mom put over my tennis shoes.  I mean, I hated them.  I started crying and crying and crying, but my dad reassured me that they weren't anything bad.  I still kept on crying for a bit.  Don't blame me...I needed the attention, ok?  ;)  And let's also not forget the fact that they didn't fit my shoes anyhow...my mom couldn't get them to Velcro together because I'm too big for them.  LOL  I already wear a large size 7, about to wear 8's and I'm 2 years old.  I think I'm supposed to be wearing a 4 going on a 5...so I'm a tad large right now already.  See how these little show covers are hanging off the back of my shoes?  Ha ha....janky!  Thanks, dad!

So, my dad finally put me in my favorite tricycle and we were off to the park for the Halloween extravoganza!  I was having so much fuin in that thing this year because all the kids were on their way over too, and everyone was dressed up!

Once we made it over to the park, we were too late for me to get into the competition...but I didn't care about it anyway...that stuff takes too long and I'd get too bored w/ that stuff, so what did I do?  Oh yea....I climbed up onto the little jungle jim and got up on the slide and slid down that bad boy.  Uh huh!  I love the slide!~  I am crazy on that thing too, my friends!

And then things got a little more crazy, because I obsconded w/ somebodies random wand and I didn't caere who's it was.  HAHA. Seriously, I just started marching around w/ that thing, flinging it around and zapping peeps w/ it, as if I was zapping them w/ some kind of magical Ben Juice or something....and I would just laugh my ASS  off every time I'd zap somebody.  It was so much fun, so I'm stoked my parents took me to the park!  Thanks Mom and Dad!  and I guess I lked my outfit too! Not so bad for a 1 time deal, eh?

Here is where the zapping begins!

Ok, seriously, who ate the Junior Mints?

Dad, I'm really thinking that it's nice you want to help me count my candy, but that doesn't mean you get any, ok?

Dad's Belts are the best!!!

I know that's a weird title, but don't freak out.  It's just that I love playing w/ my dad's belts and it's such a funny thing that I thought I'd tell y'all about it.  Most times I walk as fast as I can from my bedroom to my mom and dad's room...and when I get in front of their bed, I tear around that corner like my life depends on it.  Then, as I go down the hall to their master bath, I laugh and giggle and run as fast as possible.  I don't want anyone to know what I'm doing, but once I'm right below the belts, which my dad has hanging from the little hook, I lose it and start screaming and laughing even harder.  He'll come around and hand me one of them, which I gently take w/ me around the entire upstairs area, dragging it behind me and looking like the cat that ate the canary.  Don't ask...none of us get it.  We're just rolling w/ it...