We went to a pumpkin patch to pick the perfect pumpkins. How many perfect pumpkins per person did we pick? Perhaps a peek at pumpkin-picking pictures will prove to puzzle out this perplexing problem.
When you are a true lover of rocks, even a patch of pumpkins won't keep you from finding a truly awesome one.
Addie played Queen of the Haystack.
Jack attempted to overthrow her, but he was just a few years too early for such a victory.
Addie was sure to let everyone know she was not a haystack queen to be reckoned with.
Jack's favorite thing to do, other than find rocks, was to help push the wheelbarrow. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that he was actually making the job harder, so I just kept my mouth shut and pushed along like a hunchbacked person wading through a river of molasses.
Jack, my aspiring stuntman, discovered pumpkin surfing. You can tell by the straw accumulated on his knees that a lot of falling is involved.
And Addie, along with Sparkles (her beloved koala), found a way to make the really lame maze into something awesome and potentially dangerous by leaping from bale to bale. Can you guess what these kids do to the furniture at home? That's why we're hanging on to the futon for awhile.
We picked seven perfect pumpkins, in case you were really trying to figure out the puzzle. We carved them with my parents, brothers and hopefully future sister-in-law, and had a pretty good time of it.
We also went to a fabulous Halloween party this year, hosted by our friends Colby and Heather. They sure know how to throw a party! Dull moments didn't stand a chance. Here we are having a leaf fight. I am the Waldo, Jack is the rat, and Addie is Tinkerbell. (Eden and Mya are the other cute kids.) Being the size of a kid makes me feel like I can still play like a kid.
Jason went as the "Most Interesting Man in the World", from the Dos Equis commercials. He didn't just dress up like him, he also practiced the accent and memorized an entire monologue. He was pretty convincing. He did win a prize, so I guess all the effort paid off. (The prize was two eyeball whoopie cushions, and Addie popped them both in the car ride home. But the honor of winning lasts a lifetime, right?)
Here's Everett, age 2 and already a highly competitive pie-eater. Oh, and I discovered that my costume was the best for photobombing.
Addie went out trick-or-treating with her friend Anna this year, while Jack and I waited for Jason to come home from work on break. Jack really just wanted to go as rat legs, but we made him wear the top part... mostly for warmth, but also so that people wouldn't feel bad for the kid whose parents only got him half a costume to wear. ("What kind of parents...?! Well, I never!") We only took him up the street and back down the other side, but he made a good hauling anyway.
And then Addie came home with a thief's amount of candy. They couldn't have been more pleased with the candy pile, and I couldn't have been more relieved that their Bapa is a dentist. We counted them up, and here is the grand total for Trick-or Treat 2013: 202 pieces. If only we could use it as currency!
And, as if getting married wasn't enough for one month, Patrick was sworn in and officially became a lawyer. Congrats!
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