Trick Or Treat Trauma

I can't believe that Baby's First Halloween has come and gone. For our Halloween weekend we dressed Little Man up like his dad and took him to Husband's work for a children's program on Saturday. Little Man and Husband were adorable clones in their button down polos and jeans, and the costume was a big hit with Husband's colleagues. Little Man felt right at home at his dad's office, and was loved on by many people who had waited anxiously for his arrival throughout my entire pregnancy. We had so much fun--unfortunately, Halloween night was not so fun.

We live in a neighborhood with lots of children. Unfortunately, Husband had to work on Halloween night so I didn't answer the door for trick-or-treaters since I was home alone with Little Man. We had over a dozen knocks and every time a little ghost or goblin banged on the door, Little Man freaked out. The knocks continued on well past Little Man's bedtime of 9:30, and then just when he had FINALLY fallen asleep, someone set off fireworks right outside. Needless to say, we were up well past the witching hour.