Halloween at the Anderson's

The many faces of Superman. . .




Thanks to Grandma Anderson for the super cool costume! I think John wore this back in the day too when he was little. Super-ness runs in the Anderson genes.

Cuteness must too. The Anderson grandkids are dripping with it.


When Seth first started his trick or treating experience he was so excited to get his first candy that he just wanted to hold on to it tightly. When he came to the next stop and someone wanted him to get another piece, he thought they wanted to trade and that he had to give up his prize. He fiercely held on to his one piece and wouldn't hear of a trade, or even of us putting his candy into his honey pot. Everyone was out for his treat! The nerve!


He got the hang of it though, and by the end of the night he bravely said "Trick a treat!" to every odd looking stranger at our ward party and followed it up with a bold "Thank you!" This is our Seth who takes 20 minutes to warm up to even family members. He was super cute.

And then here's the crazy part of the evening. Of course the boys come home and dive into their loot.


And as an even partly health conscious parent, what do you do? Do you let them engulf more than their body weight in straight sugar? Or do you rain on their parade and restrict them to one small taste?

I found the answer. Suckers. Halloween's gift to mothers. The boys could've and would've downed 20 chocolate bars in the time it took them to enjoy one wonderful tootsie roll pop. And they still went to bed delighted and satisfied that they had eaten candy all evening.

We're proud of our boys. They are both so individual and completely cool.