I hadn't dyed my hair at home since I was a teenager. I wanted to save money, but I was nervous. What if it looked ridiculous? I decided to throw caution to the wind. Jim was playing with Dylan downstairs, and I told him what I was about to do. Shortly after that, he heard me screaming. "JIM!!!!! HELP!!!!" Jim and Dylan found me in the bathroom with gloves on, holding a bottle that had cracked open when I squeezed it, and red hair dye all over the bathroom. Our WHITE bathroom. Jim said he has been dyeing his hair for years and years, and he never had a bottle crack open like that. Must be my brute strength.
(The good news is that my hair didn't turn out terrible. It's darker than I expected, but good considering).
Trick or treating in these parts was 5-7pm, so we decided to let Dylan nap early (from 1-3). We figured if he got a nap, he would be somewhat calm for trick or treating. Um, not so much. We met my parents at Eat N Park for an early dinner at 3:30, then rushed back to hurry Dylan into his costume at the last minute. One problem - you can't hurry Dylan. Oh, and asking him to "stand still" is like asking the sun not to shine. I didn't get a single good picture, because he just would not be still for even two seconds. And, that was before he got any candy! All the good pictures I got were taken the next day, when we forced him back into his costume.
After only 1/2 hour of trick or treating, he said he was tired and wanted to go home. Bizarre, considering the fact that last year we had to drag him home after 2 solid hours. It was NOT my favorite Halloween, I must say. Jim and I were tired and frustrated. But, then again, not getting much candy is probably a good thing all around.