Oh, yeah. Halloween.

Halloween was fun this year. Last year there were tons of trick-or-treaters and this year there were about a dozen, but it was still all good because we got to hang out with the cousins and a few of us took Jake around the spooky terrace across from Kat Kat's house to beg about a halfapumpkin full of candy. I let Jake keep two lollipops, I took the Clark bar, and I saved Dave a Reese Cup. The rest got dumped in the candy bowl at a Halloween party later that night.

What? You think I'm going to let him eat that candy? Hells no. Unless you want to have him over to your house after all that sugar. And let's be honest. I would have eaten most of it by November second. One of my little white mommylies is that the purpose of trick-or-treating is to go door-to-door collecting candy to give to our friends. I figure I have about two or three more years of him believing that. Last year there were so many kids coming around that we had to use Jake's loot to give out. This year there was so much leftover candy that I really don't feel bad about giving Jake's away. He'll be getting plenty for months.

Here are a few pictures. I'm superpissed because my new camera sucks for nighttime and indoor pictures. I should've just gone and spent the extra $40 on the point and shoot that I really wanted, but I had second thoughts after thinking about the babydamage that the other camera had to endure.





I dressed up too. And so did Dave, but I'll spare you and him from posting them here. It was awesome. I thought my costume would be cute, but it was really creepy.


And finally, I can't wait until Jake is big enough to give a big for reals scare to on Halloween, but a few "boo!"'s from behind a door and this will do for now. Can you just feel the sheer terror in his face? It took five minutes to get a picture of him standing next to these skeletons that didn't turn out as a shrieking grey blur running right at me