Last Night

I asked my kids what they want to be when they grow up.

Parker: An architect.

Reid: A spy chef. (Whatever that is.)

Grayden: A mummy.  I'm gonna need a lot of toilet paper.  Or, a zombie.  A real, live zombie.  I'm gonna be so awesome when I grow up.

You better watch out.

As of today, my kids are officially, prematurely excited about Christmas. 

Carols were sung.

Elves were being hunted.

Speculations were being made about the jolly fat man himself. 


And only two days after I posted Halloween pictures. 

Breaking the Silence

...to bring you this years Halloween costumes.
(I have more interesting thing to write about, but this one is for you Carrie.)

I have to say, Halloween is one of those times I am so grateful for a houseful of boys.  It would make me sad to limit my costume making to variations of tutu's and fairy wings year after year.  Boys have the coolest costumes.  They're my favorite thing to make.  I get to be creative and use unique fabrics and materials.  Plus, because they're just for Halloween, I don't worry myself about linings or perfect seams.  It's just pure fun.   

Here they are (a little late):

Wolverine

Cyclops

Night Crawler

Can you even tell which one is my kid and which is from the X-Men movie?  Not hardly.