Our first Halloween went off reasonably well.
Littl'un went to her party at nursery and looked really sweet sitting there in her costume amongst all the other children - even if she was a giant pumpkin!
The suit wasn't completely without its hitches though.
Namely that once she was wearing it, it was difficult to fit her in her car seat!
So it was a case of slipping her out of it until we got to the party, then putting it on when we got there, then taking it off when we left and putting it on again when we got to her cousins' house later.
Obviously by that time she was a little fed up with his padded, orange suit and while everyone wasd oohing and ahhing about cute she looked, she threw a wobbly and it had to come off.
She didn't make it to the Trick or Treating bit with the other girls - it was a bit cold and she was better off playing and eating buscuits at Nana's house.
Still, I was there, freezing to death, trudging the streets with four little girls, dressed in scary costumes, trying to eat their body weight in chocolate.
- Better get used to it. I could be doing this every year for the next decade - nice!
HIGHLIGHT of the evening though, didn't come until the end of it.
Sitting on the rug in Nana's lounge, she suggested Littl'un stand up.
"She won't do it," I said.
"I'll just have to wait until she's ready."
"No, just give her a minute," said my Mum.
And sure enough, she tottered, swayed and took three steps before fallling on my lap.
The whole room went crazy.
- What did I do?
Cried my eyes out of course.