Halloween 2009: Part 2

Let's just get it over with:

Mmm-hmm. I can't believe it either. My baby boy has graduated out of superhero costumes. He loved, loved, loved being a vampire, and MY WORD, will you give a hand clap or seven at the makeup job?

I married well, y'all.

All those days of Hubs applying theater makeup have finally been put to good use. And Campers was the hit of the town. THE HIT. Very few of our friends even recognized him.

Then there's the Zig. Who was a pumpkin. Sorta. He didn't really care what he wore. He just wanted the candy.

And then, and then.

Miss Priss.

Complete with Makeup By Daddy as well.

It was her shoes that topped off the outfit -- and that girl walked for almost two hours, TWO HOURS in those plastic clodhoppers. She was also the hit of the party, and ate all of the attention up. ATE. IT. UP.

My first kid likes to be best, the second kid likes candy, and the third likes attention. So Halloween was a need-meeting holiday if ever there was one.

Speaking of party, Pa was single-handedly prepping the kids and dragging them all over town while I led an event at the local community center. I'm guessing 200-300 kids came to the party--it was a big gig involving crafts, games, giveaways, refreshments, and the like. I've been working on Halloween stuff for a couple months now. So you know. GOODBYE HALLOWEEN. IT'S BEEN REAL. AND IT'S BEEN FUN.

Well, it was a lot of fun, of course. And Pa's ping pong eyeballs were floating and scary and made me laugh (IN A NERVOUS GUT-WRENCHING FEARFUL SORT OF WAY) every time I saw them.

As for me, the fresh cider was *my* favorite part of the party. So I'm going to go kick back and drink a cup or seven and see you in a few weeks on the next blog post.

*smile*

Halloween 2009: Part 1

Never would I have guessed seventeen years ago that Pa and I would sit at home on a Friday night and make eyes at with each other.

What's not surprising is that my part of the project was buying the ping pong balls and keeping the kids from bumping the table while Pa put to work his mad skillz.

Don't they look purdy? They're going to be used at the annual neighborhood Halloween party I'm in charge of this year. They'll be floating in a cauldron and the kids will get to pick an eyeball which determines the type of prize they win. Heh heh.

Speaking of skillz, Pa and the boys carved up some pumpkin delights as well:

Ziggy's is on the left, then Susie's, then Campers'.

More to come.

Ridiculous

At her finest.

Campers Turns Eight

Oh, people. Time is flying by. The older my kids get the faster times goes, and MY WORD, WHY DIDN'T I BELIEVE Y'ALL WHEN YOU TOLD ME THAT EIGHT YEARS AGO.

So Campers is eight now. And he got some Wikki Stix, which are these awesome wax-coated yarn-type bendable thingys that can be used again and again to fiddle around and build stuff with.

And lo, we have entered the age of the "science set:"

My brother had a circuit set when we were kids, and I'm tellin' ya, it was a whole lot cooler than most of the girly junk on the shelves. Then again, I wasn't exactly your "pony heart flower" kind of girl.

On to the cake.

It was a chocolate volcano, from the book "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" that Pa just finished reading to the kids.

Mmm-hmm. That's FONDANT, people. Homemade fondant. A first in the snippets and sagas household.

And--because you care--underneath was a four-layer chocolate cake with a jar of black raspberry "simply fruit" in between. The frosting was made with cool whip, and that lava you see is a double bag of chocolate chips. Plus gummy candies, jelly bellies and junior mints on top. Mmm. Sugar overload!

Speaking of sweetness personified:

What a couple of goofs.

(Suz was hiding out in the background. Begging for cake.)

Happy 8th birthday, Campers.

There's A New Nickname In Town

"Sparky."