Too Late for Halloween?
Yes, I’m quite sure it is entirely too late to post about Halloween. It’s December for Christmas’s sake! However, once you look at these pictures, you might, just might, forgive me. I MUST post these shots because they’re so completely adorable. Therefore, I temporarily interrupt our regular December programming for this spooky flashback to October shenanigans.
You see, we build our geodesic dome in Thomas and Jami’s yard. And then we put a rock band in it.
The debut performance of Death In Bloom, to be precise. And they were wonderful.
And sexy. And terrifying. And we invited all our friends to come out and party.
Friends new and old, tall and small, came to play with us Halloween night. We had costume contests with many winners of gigantic TROPHIES!
Competition was stiff, as you can see!
(Cute Costumed Kids + Giant Redecorated Sports Trophies = Winning Halloween)
Jami was a magnificent warrior hostess, as usual!
Ian and I went as Stirling Archer and Lana Kane—Danger Zone! Our kids were like, “who are you guys supposed to be?” So then we knew we were still good parents because our children have never seen “Archer,” even though it’s the funniest (and wrongest) thing ever. (Not for children.)
I think I owe Ian one, considering it was Halloween and he had to wear a stupid gray suit and tie. But he made it more fun with costume changes: the tactical turtleneck outfit and the light blue Cuban shirt too! (I am very very sorry I didn’t get more pics.)
But whatever. It was all worth it to wear these thigh-high boots and a shoulder holster with a 45 pistol. (Toy) I’m not sorry.
Asher was a badass pirate. Clearly.
(With beautiful English roses in his cheeks, but don’t tell him.)
Janelle, Frank, and Joyce made these glorious, awful, horrifying mouth cupcakes. I couldn’t taste them. Too scary for me.
And the party went late, late, late (though our boys went home with parents more responsible than us). S’OK. I am quite comfortable with that.
November dawned beautifully, if a little headachy. Ahem.
When the silliness was done, we tore it all down again. Piece by color-coded piece. Working together, which is my favorite way to work.
Many many many thanks to our intrepid hosts, to our work crew, to our guests who came from near and far, and some from out of our decades-ago past, in costumes too numerous and magical to photograph all of them. (Also, generally speaking, I put my camera away when it gets dark.)
So, this next stuff is part of the reason I had to wait to post this. Cuz I have to double-check about posting his picture, you know. This guy, below, made the most amazing wind-up man. Lucas created this steampunky costume for Halloween and the school dance. He won the costume contest at the dance!
Every time I look at these shots of my handsome boy, I feel like swooning. Which is probably exactly what he would prefer I NOT say here or anywhere. OK. Never mind that.
So, that’s just a sliver of the Best Halloween Ever Until Next Year.
Life is complicated, and juicy, and rarely fits neatly into a predictable, comfortable order of events. But we try to keep it straight, and we fail, and we try again. Fa-la-la-la!
Now, back to jingle-bells and Christmas cookies and Solstice preparations and all that lovely stuff.
With love,
S
