Halloween confession

It hurts to admit it, but Halloween was more fun when we went to the Castro, dressed in silly costumes, and drank a lot with our friends. Ah, the early '00s.

This year, I was witness to at least six tantrums, spent two hours being cold at a playground, and was put in the awkward position of comforting a frightened Julian who buried his head in my arm and cried while his smiling classmates sang "Happy Birthday" to him. Welcome to the terrific twos!

I have posted pictures from this holiday. And here's one for you from our last Halloween in San Francisco when we dressed up as my grandparents.