Today, we celebrated All Saints Day in our Lutheran church. We remembered those who have passed from this life, and we celebrated that we knew them while they were here. All Saints Day marks the end of our 30 days of Halloween.
When I was at my little Lutheran school, Halloween meant red punch, games, and costumes--on Halloween. No more, no less (until someone got spooked and decided we should celebrate a fall festival instead--'twas the beginning of the age of over protection I fear).
Nowadays, we start early. RJ was asking to decorate pumpkins before the patches were even selling. But, pester me once, and I'll say no. Pester me 37 times, and eventually, I'll find a pumpkin to decorate:
And so it begins…a month of Halloween celebrations.
We finally made it to the pumpkin patch, and RJ got the courage to feed the animals.
And, he was pretty proud of himself.
Someday, he'll be too big for the ponies; this year is not that year.
These kids.
Remember those giant slides at county fairs? This was that; and it was awesome.
Of course, the beat goes on, and so does the homework.
Mom and dad got the chance to play too. I was supposed to be a NASCAR wife (you can't see the Willie Nelson jeans--yes, that's a thing). I think I was more Dolly, but I'm okay with that. 'Cause Dolly is awesome. Those of you who knew me in high school--does the jacket look familiar? I totally wore it all the time. I had my senior picture taken in it! The nineties were a weird time in fashion.
This is Gigi the pumpkin surgeon. I'm not sure I'd trust her, yet. Someday, she's going to do amazing things.
Of course, dad was the real pumpkin surgeon.
This one was a little bit excited.
Big helpers.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
She has so many things to say these days.
And so begins the final push in our month of celebration. Party number one.
This is her buddy. Every morning they do the lollipop shuffle into the church office.
She's supposed to be praying. Then again, so was I.
Tasty treats.
We trick or treated dad's office.
This one is going to make a killer litigator.
Mom got into the spirit too (this is costume number 2 for Little Miss; I fear for the dress changes that are sure to come on her wedding day).
Even Wolverine has to do his schoolwork.
More trick or treats.
This one knows how we say a blessing.
Two of my favorite people.
This is the best picture I could get of the two of them.
She had some very pressing questions for Ironman .
Even Prince Hans got into the spirit.
And finally, finally, we made it to the end, celebrating the passing of a decade since my law school graduation.
Whew. I think I'm caught up. And soon, I'll find an hour to put together a coherent thought. Until then…Happy November Ya'll!
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