This year was better. Little darling was dressed as the po-lice. Or as my niece described, “A nark.” He literally ran from house to house, completely manic, high on sugar, just high on life. You couldn’t help but crack up at him. He was hilarious, and happy. He mostly is those things, to be honest. He’s such a blessing to me.
These are pumpkins that Dave carved one year, when we only had one kid and apparently lots of idle time.
PS: You can't comment as "anonymous" anymore, because apparently "anonymous" is synonymous with "Sri Lankan asshole spammer." I couldn't take it anymore. If you don't have a usable ID to comment, just do it on the FB page.