Have I mentioned before that I am not that big a fan of Halloween? It isn't about the sugar or the mayhem. Personally, I've never enjoyed dressing up. As a kid I went for the laziest costume ever more years. My favourite was "Fat Jogger". Inevitably there would be snow for Halloween so I would wear my snow suit with a pair of my Dad's sweats on top. No make-up, no mask, no wig. My kind of Halloween.

This year, however, The Monster was ALL about Halloween. She changed the words to 'Happy Birthday' to be 'Happy Spook Night All Trick or Treaters!' (Try it, it works.) And we had to count down to trick or treating. Thankfully she had a good long nap and felt well enough. Both girls have been sick this week so we were worried we wouldn't get out. I had their costumes together. I can't decided if I'm awesome for putting them together or if my laziness towards Halloween shows? No answer required.

Go out we did and my little Pink Unicorn and Leprechaun were in fine form tearing around the neighbourhood. And the costumes? Well, we thought they looked damn cute.