Halloween. Yes, we celebrated it. I didn't post about it because
a. I forgot to take pictures.
b. I didn't plan our costumes until the afternoon of the day in question. So Alex was Henry Jones Jr. (again), and I was a brown crayon. As I walked out the door, Alex kindly noted that if I didn't want people to get the wrong idea, I might want to make my costume more specific than just wearing monochromatic brown. Horror. Dismay. I ran inside and drew "Crayola" and "brown" signs and taped them to myself, cursing and praising my dear husband and his imagination all the way.
c. Grace was a Princess. Henry was a very loosely interpreted Leprechaun, wearing his green pajamas and a hat Alex bought at a thrift in Ireland.
I think if motherly grades came out, I would get an A in "Instill your children with a love of reading (by example)" and a D- in the "Halloween Celebrating practical."