"Nothing says Happy Halloween like a flaming bag of poo."

What a Halloween. We had our ward party on Halloween this year, which made things a little crazy, but we still had fun.

For two months Payson was adamant he wanted to be
the black Spiderman, till he learned he would have to
have his face painted. Luke Skywalker it was.

What a trooper. (Not a storm trooper.) He had all his
candy stolen at the party and didn't even bat an eye.
I think he was all hopped up on donuts and cider.
(Grandpa saved the day by dumping half of his
candy bowl into Payson's empty bucket after the party.)

For the first time in her seven years, Macy wanted
to be something other than a princess, fairy, or
ballerina. I about died of shock when she said she
wanted to be a witch. And not a pretty witch, an
ugly, mean witch. We even bought a warty rubber
nose, but it wouldn't stay on her tiny little nose.

It was the first time we've ever done the face paint thing,
and she loved it, but spent the entire night picking strands of
her wig off her face and asking if her makeup was all gone.

Molly told the kids stories when the party first started.

Let me tell you, no one tells a story like Molly.
Macy is still walking around saying, "It's big and it's mine
and it's stuck on the vine" in a weird voice. You rock, Molly!


Eating donuts and cider after Trunk or Treating.


Macy and Kenzie, two little witches.

(Macy looks a little scary next to Kenzie,
but I guess that was the point.)

When the party was over, we took the kids "real" trick or treating, as they called it. But by that point almost everyone was shutting off their porch lights. Next time we know: Go before the party. So we did six houses and called it good. It was a great Halloween, even though I never got to light my Team Edward pumpkin.