Every year for Halloween in Omaha we go to friends in Field Club, were around a thousand kids will descend upon a few blocks for trick-or-treating. A handful of church members live within a few blocks, and we often see other friends out-and-about.
Last year Sebastian could not yet crawl, but dressed as the Great Pumpkin, we carried him around to a few houses. The rest of the evening he played on the Fortina's living room floor, attempting to crawl, which mesmerized the assembled adults.
This year he likes to run, of course. So we wondered what he would make of his first real Halloween. I wondered if he's be overwhelmed by all the kids, confused by being out in the dark, scared by costumes, or grabbing handfuls of candy impolitely. But, none of those occurred.
We set out walking down the block and by the second house Sebastian seemed to figure out the routine--walk along the sidewalk, then up the walk to the front steps, get candy, and then come back down the sidewalk. Before too long, he seemed to act as if he didn't need his fathers walking along trying to help.
He walked slowly, often stopping to look at the kids and the costumes, but never seeming confused or startled. More like a reserved, "Well, this is different" attitude.
When he finally indicated that he was done and ready for some dinner, we returned to the Fortinas and set up his booster seat on the front porch so he could eat and watch the parade of kids. He devoured his chili and was mesmerized by all the activity, kicking his feet back and forth--a sure sign of excitement.
When he was done eating he wanted to assist with handing out the candy. He sat in Katie Lewis' lap and as each kid came up, Sebastian would look them directly in the eye and then hand them their candy.
It was after 8:30 and well past normal bedtime when we finally headed for home, and he was quite upset with us for bringing his fun to an end.