It’s time for Halloween.
(If you don’t have the “Elmo says Boo!” album, I highly recommend it.)
The last 2 years of Halloween memories have been sucked into a swirling vortex of memory loss. Last year was wacky because it was on a Sunday…I somehow managed to not get any pictures of the girls in their costumes. Dave and I were trying to recall what happened when finally it dawned on me, oh, I was pregnant. Of course. Holding a camera and carrying a baby in utero are mutually exclusive.
The year before that I think someone had Swine Flu or H1N1 or something. Is that the same thing? The details are fuzzy.
So as October approached this year I resolved to do better for my children. Decorate. Carve pumpkins. Eat candy. Boo people. Dress up. Lofty goals.
Normally Halloween is my favorite holiday, but my perpetual state of exhaustion is enhanced during holidays. So here we are in 2011, and I can check the pumpkin carving off my goal sheet (and decorations, as evidenced by the photos).
Yes, Henry needs a haircut.
