Halloween Pics! Yay!

I just love Halloween! I love that it's Fall. I love going door to door begging for food. I love candy. I love seeing all the cute costumes. I love dressing up. I love the corn mazes, carving pumpkins, haunted houses and everything else about this silly holiday.

This year, though, I was not on top of things. We waited until the very last moment to carve pumpkins, therefore I didn't get any pictures of them. *wipes tear* . It seems that my kids were a little indecisive, too. Hunter had originally wanted to be the black spiderman, but then said that some people were teasing him so he wanted to be a ninja. So he went to the Halloween party at the school as a ninja and trick-or-treated as Spidy. I'm glad he chose to be Spiderman in the end. I wanted him to be what he wanted to be because that's what he wanted not because what others wanted for him. Corrine chose to be Belle for school and a wood fairy at night. Both costumes were adorable. I had done her hair in ringlets, but by the end of the night, the curls were gone. SHe is her mother's daughter. My hair won't hold curl either! Little Miss Laynee Loo was two different things, too! For school, she was my little black cat (I was a witch. I wore orange and black striped tights, with a matching witch hat!) and Minnie Mouse at night. She looked so cute! I especially love the little red shoes she wore with the Minnie costume. I couldn't load the pictures of the school party this time. But I promise to post them soon.

Just before we took the pictures of the kids in front of the door, I was walking to stand in front of them and I was carrying Elayna and my camera. Now, some might say that I am graceful. Others choose to think of my grace as clumsiness. Whatever you call it, I have it, and I blame my size 9 feet for it all. Ok, so as I am walking around the front of my suddenly large jogging stroller, the front tire inexplicably jumps out into my path. I start stumbling, trying to catch myself, and to grab onto the front porch pillar with my left hand, because remember, I'm holding my preciouses in my right. It all seemed like slow motion. I knew I was going down. You know how in the movies, you see the hand trying to grasp the railing, and the fingers never quite wrap around it, and the fingertips are clawing for traction. This was my hand that very night. I didn't want to damage my baby or the camera so I did this really cool (in my mind it looked cool) twist thingy so that my right shoulder/knee/elbow/hip took the blow. Laynee immediately started to cheer me on(scream) as I lay there with the wind knocked out of me, gasping for air. Hunter and Corrine looked dumbfounded and Michael promptly opened the door (as if he had been waiting for my performance to end) and rescued Elayna, whisking her inside to check for bruises. She seemed fine. Hunter ran into his room crying and Corrine just stood over me. It appears as though I took the whole stroller with me when I fell, and Corrine's trick-or-treat bucket was in the basket on the stroller, so it, too, came down with me. So here I was, laying on my front porch, wheezing with candy all about me, and I hear someone ask timidly, "Are you guys accepting trick-or-treaters?" I looked up to see some woman amid, like 14 children. Yes. They had all witnessed my newest dance move. I think they all thought my wheezing was part of the spooky Halloween display on my front porch because I saw children crying (my kids) and adults (mainly Michael) laughing. It was not a pretty sight. So I did what came naturally at that very moment. I sat up and started to gather the candy and acted as if I had meant to land this way. I said in a very chipper voice, "Yeah! Come on over, guys! There's plenty! Take a handful!" It was really quite embarrassing, I must say. But I'm fine now, despite a few bruises. Elayana is fine. We're all fine.