I. Love. Halloween.
Some day, when I accrue enough terrifying decorations, I'm going to be crazy Halloween lady. And it will be glorious.
This year, we taught little man about zombie love. It's a beautiful thing.
We carved pumpkins. Caulder did his all on his own, and neither of them was interested in following a pattern. Apparently their imaginations can produce much more terrifying jack-o-lanterns than any store-bought pattern.
The final results: a vampire and some sort of scary dude with a hatchet, or something? I don't know, but Caulder was really excited about it.
Cole had the day off again - two years in a row! Caulder went as a cat burglar and even made his own cat burgling mask. Tukker agonized over what he should dress up as. Seriously. Hardest decision OF HIS LIFE.
He finally settled on two: skeleton cop.
I went as Bellatrix, Cole was a Death Eater, and Rander was Dobby the house elf. Because we're Harry Potter nerds. Hardcore.
I wanted to squish him all night.
Seriously. So requiring of squishing.
I was made to be a dark witch. The pasty face. The black under-eye circles. The haggard, terrifying appearance. I'm a natural.
We also had our annual Muniz family Halloween party.
My sis and bro-in-law came as Jack and Coke. Bryton was a spice rack. I laughed so hard.
The in-laws. Farrel makes one sexy Hawaiian.
And Kristin had awesome games planned. The pantyhose tennis ball game was the hit of the night.
Everyone looks good with pantyhose on their head.
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