So here we are catching up on Halloween. It was a memorable, fun Halloween. Here in Arizona, I can never seem to get into the festive mood until say ... a couple of days before Halloween (after all, temps are at least in the 90s still...) ... and then sometimes, just sometimes I guess I really go for it. Because this year, we went to a pumpkin patch, a neighborhood Halloween festival, went to/helped carry out our church Trunk or Treat party, made pumpkin soup (& the traditional pumpkin carving/pumpkin seeds), passed out candy to the smell & taste of apple cider & pumpkin bread on the scene, and dressed up to the nines, er, I mean zeros.
You'll see ...
Wardrobe epitome of a 3 year old: favorite Halloween shirt that lights up (= my least favorite, but it was okay when relevant - she continues to wear it once a week or so) AND a tutu.
There is nothing more romantic than taking out the trash.
He is my janitor. I am his trash.
(except we both know, I ain't no trash)
You're welcome for the actor's theater rendition right there.
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Cutest (but apparently worried?) 3 month old Jazzercise Instructor:
And happy Baby Ballerina ...
Happy little Tinkerbell ...
Pretty darn cute ...
Sexy stache complements of mutilated teddy bear fur from Goodwill children's section.
Rat's nest hair complements of ... me. (shoulda' seen the rats nest when trying to detangle it in the shower that night. Scare-eee.!
