Halloween

When I was younger I loved Halloween. Now...I'm not so sure. These pictures are backwards in order but here's my problem -- I am sick of hearing about candy and costumes. These first pictures were taken SINCE Halloween. Lennon will.not.take.off.his.costume. It was a blow-out fight just to convince him that Batman can't go to church (it makes Jesus sad, we told him). He wakes up every morning yelling for his costume and his candy. Right now he's wearing his costume -- even though I've washed it, it's covered in chocolate, syrup, and some weird smell Tod calls "kid sweat."

Last night we had the missionaries over for dinner. That is a whole other story....I forgot they were coming so we fed them pancakes. Anyways, Lennon was in character and kept saying, "Hey Missionaries! Like my costume?"

One night while his costume was drying, we agreed to at least let him wear his mask or his goggles as he calls them.

Actual Halloween night was fun but seriously -- what does everyone do with all that candy? Hide it? Let them eat it all day until it's gone? Pretend the whole thing didn't happen?

Note: Lennon NEVER smiles for pictures but he was so happy that night. He thought carving pumpkins was the coolest thing he'd ever seen. While they were carving Lennon said, "Mama, I'm so happy today."

Until next year....