Channelling Our Inner Selves

Our ward had a Halloween party at the local fun center that our neighbor is the manager of. I wasn't planning on going but Rachel, Caleb and my friend talked me into it at the last minute. We threw our costumes together in about 15 minutes. I think we look pretty good.

Meet Rachel a generic 18th century girl (did you know that they hid their cell phones in their sashes?)

Winnie the Witch

Caleb the Nerd

Emma is revisiting a costume from the past, an 8th grade girl.

Emma and Brad stayed at home and watched the World Series (go Giants!) It was interesting once we got there. Caleb took off with his friends and played in an area called the Blast Zone, which is exactly what is sounds like- a sweaty stinky place where boys get to hit each other with foam balls. I stayed on the sidelines and talked to my friend, and Rachel and her friend Bailey put on skates and stumbled to the rink. It was interesting to me because within 20 seconds (no exaggeration) two or three boys came over to "help" Rachel stay up on her skate. How nice.

So I think that Halloween is a time when you get to be somebody maybe you secretly want to be. Caleb decided that being a nerd was NOT what he really was (too close to home, perhaps?) and we had a change of plans. Rachel wasn't satisfied with her costume either. She improvised a pretty good flapper costume but she left before I got a picture. Caleb became one of these.

Oh yeah, my son is a Greaser.

I remained a witch. What does that say about me? Just that I really, really like my cool hat.
The pumpkins that the kids carved were pretty cool, too.

Caleb carved the Grim Reaper, Emma did Cinderella and Rachel carved the black widow.

Happy Halloween!