Halloween Festivities

 Our October calendar was jam-packed with activities, and now that I've turned over to November, it's surprisingly sparse.  Ahhhh, feels good.

Our raspberries are loving the cooler weather.  They are huge:

Our raspberry days are numbered, but we are enjoying every delightfully delicious bite.

We had our ward carnival.  We had to take a pic of Ellie and her friend:

 Their costumes couldn't have been better matched.

Not because they actually act like a devil and an angel, but because they are opposites, get it?
Oh, nevermind.

Face painting and games:

And then Nick's work had their party:

 They brought in a reptile show, and the star of the show was a HUGE Burmese Python.  Like, 4 adults had to lift that thing up.

I love Sunday mornings.  I'm gonna cry when our ward changes to 9am.  I love that we can stay in bed.  I love that our mornings are lazy and relaxed.  I love that the kids play together (no tv around here on Sundays) and really use their imaginations.  Like this:

They made these masks and then put on a little show for mom and dad (when we finally decided to get out of bed, that is).  It was pretty awesome.

Sunday evening, pumpkin carving:

People! 3/5 of our family can carve a pumpkin ON THEIR OWN.  Man, this makes life a little less complicated.

Also, our traditional orange popcorn balls (because who doesn't need more sugar for Halloween?):

Someone is always picking at their nose...

School's parade:

 Everett was feeling a bit shy about this whole thing, can you tell?

Ellie, our angel, off to trick-or-treat with the big kids this year: 

 She scored big time.  Lots of full size candy bars, and she had to come home halfway through to dump that bag.  Lucky girl.

My witch:

Princess Lu:

Princess Daisy:

 Who was crying as they left trick-or-treating in true 3 year old fashion.  I don't remember what she was upset about.  Probably shoes.  Shoes always seem to be the culprit.

Everett, who is, uh, a boy in black?  a vampire?  a cloaked assassin?  you pick.

Off they go!  Daisy has slumped shoulders because Dad wouldn't carry her.  "But you're a big girl," he says.  "No!  I'm a baby!"  Poor girl.

Don't worry, her bucket started filling with candy and that perked her right up.  Everett has his bag on his head.  Why ask why?

Enjoying the loot: