The one rule for Halloween this year: we would not be buying costumes. The kids could look around the house and come up with ideas, but we're weren't going to go to crazy- overpriced- no- return- policy- scary- bloody- temporary- Halloween- store to buy anything.
Daughter wore a poodle-skirt that
Bumma made for Mother when Mother was in college. Eldest and I dressed as each other, mostly for school.
Youngest came up with his own idea.
"Joe
Biden!"
"Really? Joe
Biden?"
"I wanna be Joe
Biden!"
We thought that was a fantastic idea. "We can even paint your hair white."
"Really?'
"Yeah.
That'd be great."
"Then I want to wear a
nametag."
"A name tag? Okay. Why?"
"People might think I'm John McCain."
Of course, we had to buy the white hair spray. What luck! I got the very last can in stock at crazy- overpriced- no- return- policy- scary- bloody- temporary- Halloween- store.
After a quick trick-or-treat at
Oma's house:
We went to
Bumma's neighborhood to trick-or-treat with cousins:
including this incredible cutey on his first Halloween:
Unfortunately, no pix of Prince Caspian or Dale
Earnhart Jr., cousins who joined us after cameras were put away.
I did a little research. If you now have as much candy in your house as we have in ours, and similar amounts of self-discipline, the word you'll be looking for in a couple of days is
transient lingual papillitis. Enjoy!
At first my room was really babyish and it had baby paper around the walls. And then we decided to change it.
And the first thing we did was push all the furniture out and then take the wall paper off and then start to paint.
I like to find super heroes in it.
