Boo

Simple was my theme for Halloween this year.  In years past, I started planning costumes earlier than I would like to admit here on this space where others could judge me.  Then I would try to make everything.  This year I bought the costumes.
Also Kevin is convinced that Halloween is not a pagan holiday at all, but that it was invented by dentists trying to get more money from candy rotted teeth.  He may be right, he's a clever fellow.
Because we are not ashamed to celebrate a holiday that encourages poor dental health we went to multiple venues to get candy.
Lovely.

Two aren't looking and one is blurry,story of my photographic life

Baby bandit stole my heart

Look they blend right in with all the other wild animals.  Our zoo hosts a "ZOo Boo" for Halloween.  I did not realize that involved a lot of candy and all of the families with children in the Hampton Roads area. Wow. 

The night before Halloween, I decided we needed to carve pumpkins.  Kev stopped at Kroger and picked out several small pie making pumpkins and the last, very sad, large pumpkin they had left.  By the time he got home and we ate dinner it was 7:30, but by golly it was the night before Halloween and we were going to carve pumpkins.
 Who does this?
 It was not a good idea.
It was messy, and carving a pumpkin takes a long time.
To add insult to injury, the $3 carving kits my darling bought the girls lasted all of two seconds and wouldn't have even sliced cheese let alone a very solid vegetable.
Before the night was over Kev had out his power tools and we got those pumpkins carved.
We roasted the seeds.
We lit candles inside of them.

Instagramed

True story, the owls beak was made by Kevin's largest drill bit.  

Since we've had the children we have always spent Halloween with friends.  This was the first year to be on our own.  Since our neighborhood is somewhat seasonal and we weren't sure if folks trick or treated around here we opted to go to a local church trunk or treat.

It was homey and they had an old truck that drove the children around a field on a wild hay ride.

The girls loved it.  I could hear them squealing the whole time.

And yes, they had more candy, and we found that several of our neighbors did have candy. So we got more and more and they know exactly what is in that candy bag at all times.
Somewhere there is a dentist laughing at us, rubbing his hands together, saying "the Joneses are all mine!"

Baby son looks like he's dipped into a few too many Butterfingers.  In other news, one sock on and one sock off.  Some things never change.

There conscience.  It's done for you.  Halloween 2013 documented. Libby was a cheetah, no a leopard, no a wild cat, no a puma, Maggie was a zee-bra, if you're American, she was a ze-bra (short e sound) if you're British, Cooper was a raccoon, or a thief, that verdict is still out.
Happy Hauntings.
xoxo