Halloween. Or more appropriately titled, "How Buzz Lightyear fit over a winter coat and snowboots."

I'm happy to report that Halloween has come and gone and I behaved. 

It's true.

It's due in part, to the fact that two days ago we received twenty-something inches of snow.  That'll take the mood out of anything.  Especially Halloween. 

Especially when you're now faced with fitting the costume your husband spent nights and nights squirreled away in the basement with nothing to sustain him but a Budweiser (or seven) to make the neighborhood's most amazing costume out of a bucket and a roll of duct tape. . .over a winter coat and snow boots!  Do you even realize the monkey wrench that can throw into your costume plans?!? 

Especially that.

But somehow, we foraged through.  Till's got the short end of the stick, per usual.  [side note: This 2nd kid syndrome is real, people.  The poor thing wears hand-me-downs with Bob the Builder on them, has no baby book, and was forced to choose between her cousin's old panda costume (which was just a tad too small so you couldn't pull the panda hood over her head) or Cole's old piece of pizza jobby from last year.]  She chose the panda.  I suppose she just went for the Milky Ways, anyway. 

She's always giving me that "you're going to pay for this, mom," kind of look.  Either that, or she's trying to tell me to cut her bangs straight next time. 

Cole was the fanciest Buzz Lightyear this side of crazy-newish-dad-holes-himself-in-basement-to-make-toddler-costume-of-the-year. 

He even had matching boot covers.  Matching boot covers.  For real. . .

Cole was totally proud, got a ton of compliments, and had a blast. Oh, and he really does have the best dad on the planet.  If it were up to me, I would have dressed him as Tills. . .in his own, old hand me down clothes. 

The wagon was essential. . .as was a husband willing to pull it up snowy hills.  Next year, I'm afraid we'll have outgrown it.  Maybe the three of them could pull mom. . . (please notice the panda head is barely hanging on. . .poor Tills.)

And, we were even able to make our first snowman of the season on Halloween.  How insane is that?  Because it was Halloween, we had some spooky plastic eyeballs lying around that came in handy. . .

This is our zombie snow person wearing pink scarf and spooky eyeballs.  Makes perfect sense to me. 

We had a nice Halloween.  As nice as you can with two feet of snow on the ground, half a town without electricity, and a baby trying to gnaw through a Milky Way wrapper in 30 degree weather.  A total blast. 

In other news, this month is national blog like crazy month.  Okay, that might not be the official name, but you understand.  And I'm going to try really really hard to blog daily.

And by daily, I mean more than once every six weeks.