I couldn't resist posting a few photos from Halloween.
This year we put our foot down and made the boys gut their own pumpkins. "Next year I'm getting the smallest pumpkin I can find," Zarf announced upon realizing that the bigger the pumpkin, the more seeds and pulp it contains. Mr Wrath did the carving, with lots of "help" from the boys. Because it was so windy (and barely above freezing) when we set them on the front patio, we illuminated the jack o'lanterns with battery-powered LED lights.
I carved my jack o' lantern without any adult supervision:
"Is that the Enterprise?" said my neighbour. I replied with more glee than was truly appropriate. But it was nice affirmation that scanning and scaling photos from Mr. Scott's Guide to the Enterprise was worth the hassle AND also that I'm not the only Trekkie on the street.
Look at my little boys, they're all grown up. Here they are at ages 7 and 9 outfitted as "Savage Opress," aka some
minor Star Wars character with some bad mtehor-fckniug attitude.
It seems like only yesterday they were dressing up as Well-Armed Zombie/Ninjas Who Drink Blood, aka the costume your children will create if you give them $20 at Value Village and do not set parameters on what is an acceptable costume BEFORE you get to the till. Ah. Good times.