Halloween (Or As Davis says Palloween)

We began our day by driving up to Ben's 1st Birthday party. The boys had a blast and got to play in the big blow-up jumping castle. Granny dressed up like a pirate, and Katie was a vampire. Ben was sick that day, but we are glad he is all better now...even tho Sam and Davis still do not let us finish prayers without making sure God helps baby Ben to feel better.

It was then time to Trick or Treat, where we first began at Nanny's house. They received some treats but also some presents in a little brown box that they both make sure are with them all of the time. We then went on a whirlwind trick or treat voyage through my old neighborhood (which apparently is no longer the place to trick or treat...only two houses with lights on), then to MaMaw/MaMyrts neighborhood (We thought they would be home, but then realized they were at a church function, so we did not get to trick or treat them), then back to Granny's house for some treats and more presents.

As you can see, they were Buzz and Woody, and this is Davis smiling as big as he can. On our way home we had another fun experience...

Davis is a big eater and we have few problems getting him to eat...but Sam he eats enough to get him by...but on Halloween, Candy was his lunch and supper. So after leaving Granny's to go home, we asked him if he wanted some chicken nuggets from McDonalds. But he said no...then about 5 miles down the road, he started squirming saying he needed to poop/puke. Pulling over on the side of the road, he had his first puking spell. But back in the car, he seemed OK, but wanted some chicken nuggets. So...we stopped in Warrior to get some food.

The line was horrible and we waited forever to get our order in the drive thru, and as we were about to get our food, Davis said "I need to pee", so Magan got out and took him in to pee. I picked up our food and pulled forward to wait for Magan. About this time it got interesting, because Sam again starting squirming and saying he needed to puke/poop RIGHT NOW! So I whipped the van over into a parking spot and pulled Sam out.

It was a race to the bathrooms...and in this race, there was no clear neon signs pointing the way to the restrooms, so after running in the gas station (connected to the McDs) I started trying to find the bathrooms, and halfway there heard the dreaded burp/cough/gurgle that made my feet move a little faster. Into the restroom we ran, opening the stall door, and still thinking he needed to poop...I stared at a nasty toilet with the toilet seat lying on the floor beside the toilet. Panicking because I knew that I would be required to wipe the seat and apparently try to install the seat prior to the eruption that would surely come soon, I switched sam to the arm farther away from the toilet preparing for the toilet seat wipe...It was then I found out that he needed to puke not poop, and it was then round one came forth covering my shirt and some of my pants as I twisted him and pointed his head towards the toilet aiming this eruption towards the john.

After Round two and three Sam was fine, and other than my clothes, Sam was fairly clean and went right to sleep after getting back in the van. So we finally made it home. We will need to hold back on the candy next year I guess.