Frances, the Ballerina?

Call me overly practical (or cheap and lazy), but when Halloween rolled around I decided to reuse the tutu from my friend Tara's wedding and last Halloween's flower costume and dress Frances as a ballerina.  I did get some new white ballerina slippers for Frances, but you'll just have to imagine them.  She liked trying them on before Halloween, but wanted nothing to do with them on Halloween.

After dressing up, we headed over to the Ahouses.  Sophia went as a garden gnome, and this may be the only picture of a ballerina and a garden gnome hugging in the history of humankind.

Then we all headed over to Charlestown to trick or treat around the Bunker Hill Monument with some friends.  I highly recommend it.

Here are all the girls lined up to run down a ramp that kept them entertained for about 10 minutes waiting for the trick or treating to begin.  Lots of pink, huh? 

Frances's pinkness lasted about 15 more minutes.  Then she took off her pink jacket and her pink tutu, which left us with a white onesie and white tights.  So, she was the world's skinniest marshmallow.  No one seemed to mind her lack of costume, luckily, because she was very determined to get her hands on some candy.  Even with all the big kids in the crazy costumes crowding the doorways, Frances homed in on the candy dispensers, walked herself up and held out her bag.  I was totally impressed.  Maybe Mark has been training her while I wasn't looking?  Not that she got to eat any candy, though.  God bless two-year-olds' limited memory and vocab.