Before you have a kid, you hope and pray that they'll be funny and weird and that they'll have funny and weird friends. That they'll let their freak flags fly. That they'll embrace and encourage all the unusual things about themselves and about one another.
Check and check.
That's my son, the Halloween cactus, and his best friend, the Halloween tumbleweed. Because of course.
But they come by it honestly. Those are their fathers (plus another neighbor-dad), dressed in their soccer ref uniforms and wigs. I don't know why.
I helped make Lucy's
Weeping Angel costume. We used a gray sheet and stone spray paint for the dress and cardboard and more stone spray paint for the wings.
Here's a better shot of the wings (please to ignore the crazed person hiding behind her, I think he had too much candy earlier in the day). I think the rounded top part of the wings was a particular stroke of genius on my part (if I may say so my own self. ahem). It's pipe insulation that I split in half lengthwise & painted.
And of course it wouldn't be Halloween without our beloved nieces (Sky is
Stitch--I made her tutu & knitted her legwarmers and I'm 99% sure she hated all of it but I forced her to wear it anyway because I am a mean aunty).
What? I don't see anything.
Here are our delicious neighbors. Come on, the baby is a marshmallow and the toddler is a Hershey bar. Together they make a s'more. I just can't even.
Here's the whole neighborhood pack before the candy begging started in earnest.
These are just the best days.
(Sorry about all the weird filters, I stole a bunch of these off the neighborhood Facebook page and they came pre-greenified).
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