Friday, November 9th, 2012
Just a fun, light post of our Halloween here in LA.
We had friends who came in from Brooklyn for the Wreck-It Ralph premiere and got stuck because of Hurricane Sandy. More kids=more pumpkins to carve!
Yup. That’s Fia’s Dad (below). My husband. Looking, well, very Jack White.
Our friends who actually loaned us our costumes! John, Henrik and Jenny Strauss.
Fia at her preschool Halloween party with friend Cece…and her little brother Emmett the cutest pumpkin of all!
She was a butterfly….
With best friend Teddy comparing candy bags…
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2012
Cynthia Roelle, mom to a 2-year-old daughter and award-winning photographer, shares her stories on how to entertain her baby and shows us through pictures how fun it can be!
Sometime in early October my husband and I started talking up Halloween. We were hoping to get our daughter excited about knocking on strangers’ doors and soliciting candy. She’ll do just about anything for M&Ms so it wasn’t that hard of a sell. At least in concept (the concept being chocolate, not ghosts and goblins).
However, getting her to say “Halloween” is a different story. It has taken considerable effort. It’s not that she can’t pronounce it–she can. But for weeks she insisted on calling it McQueen. As in, Lightning McQueen, which is funny because she has never even seen Cars. She has just heard her 3-year-old twin cousins jabber incessantly about McQueen and Mader. They’re as infatuated with those little guys as our daughter is with Elmo. But I digress…
We spent Monday and Tuesday trapped inside by the rain from Hurricane Sandy. Our pumpkins sat inside the foyer, brought in from the porch where high winds threatened to launch them into orbit. They practically begged us to give them faces. And so began our daughter’s introduction to the fine Halloween tradition of carving the jack-o’-lantern. In the midst of the biggest storm the Atlantic Ocean has ever seen.
As we soon found out, there’s not a whole lot a 2-year-old can do to actively participate in the pumpkin carving process. I mean, it’s not like you can arm her with a knife. Or even a sharpie for that matter. She may have been able to scoop out the seeds except she refused to stick her hands in the pumpkin. However she had no qualms about sticking her entire head inside the pumpkin. I guess the best view is from the inside out.
When it was all said and done she seemed pretty pleased with our newly carved jack-o’-lantern. She planted a big kiss on his cheek and declared: That’s a pumpkin! Who can argue?
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