Chili peppers are scary, right?

We’ve been captives in Camp Arrena for almost 3 months now, and subjected to the most vicious forms of torture. Sleep deprivation. Ear-piercing shrieks. Projectile vomit and, um, other substances.

But it’s Halloween - time for payback! The time for revenge-minded parents to dress their babies up in silly costumes and parade them around for all to see. We get to prop them up in front of the camera and bombard them with flashes and cheek pinching, laughing and cheering while the child squirms and writhes in confusion and near-agony.

Which prompts me to ask... how is this different from any other day?

Well, Arrena has proven to be immune to our torture techniques. She took everything we gave her with barely a whimper. No crying, no squirming. She even managed a couple of decent smiles. Not when the camera went off, of course. But we saw them.

There was no trick-or-treating for Arrena. She and Mommy had returned from a weekend of travel earlier in the day, and Mommy was sufficiently exhausted. Besides, where do you take a 3-month-old for trick-or-treating? There were probably a couple parties we could have found, but it didn’t matter. There could only have been two reasons for going out last night. One was for candy, and we bought enough for ourselves. Suuuure, it was for the other kids. Our doorbell rang only once. (Hi Ella and Zoe!)

The other reason would be to show her off. And that’s what this blog is for. All the bragging rights, with no diaper bag to pack.

Boo!