Last night during the ritual of bedtime the doorbell rang. Our doorbell has some issue. It starts out fine and then clunks to a stop. Since neither my husband nor I are very good at such matters, it won't get fixed anytime soon. Anyway, it rang as best as it could. Ryanna jumped up to go and open the door. She's at that age, you know where answering the phone and the door are such exciting events. It's actually a pretty exciting development in my life too since I'm often nursing or tending to something else. It can be a bit of a problem if I don't hear the doorbell first as happened last week. I'm getting way off track here though.
So, she opens the door with me right behind her and waiting at our door is a cute Halloween bag with no one around. You can imagine how exciting this is for a four year old and let's confess a 29 year old woman as well. Owen was excited for a different reason--the front door was open and he's mentally gauging how much of a headstart he has to escape before we grab him. So, we bring the bag in the house and open it to find a big bag of M&M's and a little poem talking about how we needed to post the sign in our window, so we didn't get delivered to again and we needed to copy the poem and surprise three other families next Monday night.
Now, not that I'm an evil person at heart, but I am a bit of a chocolate addict and I'm going to be completely honest here that my first thought was, "Maybe I won't put this sign in my window and see how much chocolate I can score this Halloween season." Ssshhh...don't tell anyone I thought that.
Ryanna said the prayer at breakfast this morning and said, "Thank you for the treat last night. Bless us that we can eat it" or something to that effect since I'm doling out the candies after lunches or dinners or violin practices. Come on, she's got half of my genetics, if I leave her to her own devices she'll eat the whole bag!
(These photos are from making caramel apples Sunday night as a family.)