Deli sandwiches, roasted pumpkin seeds, pumpkin pie.
Of course I would never make a normal dinner on Halloween. The kids have candy to beg for!
Eli ate only pie. He's on soft foods for a while, having bashed his mouth in a nasty fall on Saturday afternoon. There was screaming and a visit to the ER (our first!!) for stitches to more or less reassemble his lower lip. His whole mouth is so swollen he can't close it to swallow his own spit. The photo above, mercifully, minimizes the damage; I can't even post a close-up, it looks so horrible.
It would have been great if he had wanted to dress up as a zombie, like his brothers did. Instead, he was Paul McCartney. With a fucked-up mouth.