Happy Halloween Times

This was the best picture I could manage, under the sugar-induced hyperactivity:

Katie’s an elephant, Wimmy’s a ninja, Jeffrey is Frodo Baggins, and Eleanor is Felicity from the American Girl books.

And her costume is a total wow:

Her aunt Kristen volunteered to make it for her, and it is rather spectacular.  I don’t know if Eleanor fully appreciates it, which is why I’m going to make sure she gets sewing lessons.

From the back:

Geez, beautiful.  Other seasonal events included the ward Trunk-Or-Treat (motto: “Because Walking Door to Door is Too Inefficient”).  I was able to get them to hold still for this one:

Carving pumpkins!  Shortly after which we realized we had no candles to put in the pumpkins, yay!

I also helped with Eleanor’s class party.  She did this pumpkin game with the classroom smartboard:

And her teacher was dressed like a Lego Captain America.  The man knows his audience.

William’s class walked through as part of a parade midway through the party.  I was happy to see him, and the feeling was mutual:

To cap it all off, I shall also present to you the creepiest thing I’ve seen all season:

What is it? A portrait Eleanor made of me.

Wha?? Why does she think I look like a cross between an alien and Morticia Addams?

The color I can explain away because she was using only Sharpies and highlighters to make it, but the widow’s peak?? THE CAT EYES? The weird little beauty mark by the lips?

Jibbly jibbly jibbly jibblly ew ew ew ewwwww.  All I need is for it to come to life and whisper “COME ON IN HEEEEERE” in a demon’s voice.  Jibbly jibbly jibbly.

That’s Agri-tainment!

I just realized that during this past week I’ve taken pictures of Katie sitting on THREE DIFFERENT TRACTORS.

UNO

DOS

TRES

Obviously I have a problem with the kid-on-a-tractor obsession.

Katie and I were invited to a birthday party at a faux-farm this week (you know . . . one of those farms that really isn’t a farm, but more of an extended playground/petting zoo for families to romp around in) and then later went to a farm festival at Camp Korey, a nonprofit camp for disabled kids.  I preferred the latter experience, since the former had 800+ kids and their grownups crowding around.

Also at the latter: baby chicks!

And LLAMAS!

And a HAY RIDE!  (Why being driven around in a hay-laden tractor trailer is considered amusing mystifies me, but I won’t deny that it is indeed darn amusing.)

AND A BOOT WASH!

Which is a rather creative way to incorporate Seattle weather into a family festival.  Kids were going to town in that puddle.  I think I saw a toddler girl whose parents had obviously just given up on the whole staying-dry concept and was squatting around in the middle of the thing.  Other kids were wearing rain suits, which are like snowsuits, but made of waterproof nylon with no stuffing.  I’d never seen them before outside of an REI catalog.

 

 

 

Ninja Training: The Least Efficient Training of All

This morning my 5-year-old was thrilled to find some kind of generic athletic logo printed on his pants. “This is the sign of my ninja training,” he told me, “and I have to practice every day to keep up my skills!” Practice, of course, involved taking off his shirt, shuffling stealthily up and down the hallways, and generally getting underfoot. Oh, those ninjas.

Katie vs. Dessert

Last night we gave the children ice cream for dessert. The three big kids were happy, but little Katie thew a fit when she saw her bowl of vanilla ice cream, pushing it away and squawking madly at me and Brian. We shrugged and got ready to take the ice cream away, when we listened closer to her babbling and realized she was saying “chokwit, chokwit.” She was mad because she wanted CHOCOLATE ice cream, NOT VANILLA.

She is 20 months old, and she’s learned how to say “chocolate” before “mine.” I don’t know if I should say “Atta girl!” or be slightly afraid.