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Halloween 2015

This Halloween, less than two weeks ago, we had a big to-do at our church. That's just 13 days ago! How timely! How recent! What a professional I must be!
Charlie at the library.  Sick, but with whiskers.   Not cat whiskers.  Naruto whiskers.
Lucy as Sakura.  From Naruto, you know.
Miles as an Anbu Black Op.  Also from Naruto.
Bowden as Tobi.  From Naruto. 
 
Jacky, as Minato Namikaze.  Naruto's father.
 
We had a firepit.
A photo booth.

Cake pops for the cake walk.  More cakes came later, I promise.  It was not a dessert desert.

 
A bounce house!
 
Charlie chunkin.
Apples on a string.
 
Cassidy's baby is Charlie brown, and Lucy's baby is Charlie Good.
 

Cassidy, Lucy and Jake


My chicken, all dressed up.
 
Halloween was busy this year, but just busy at home.  Josh and I spent some quality time getting the church ready for company, and it seemed like everyone enjoyed themselves.  There was a hayride, too, and that was really wonderful. 
(Charlie had a cold, and was pretty miserable, and I never got him a real costume. He spent the next week being sick, and then I caught it.  I blame Charlie for still waking up every two hours to eat at night.   I had thought that I had this baby thing down, but Charlie will not sleep at night.  If he's in the crib, he wakes up.  If he's in my bed, he wakes up.  He's slept more than 6 hours only twice in the last fourteen months.
I didn't schedule him the way I did my other children, and he slept strangely at first because he had reflux for the first year of his life.  What am I doing wrong?  Now is your time to let me know.   Take the opportunity- it may not some later.)
That's three years of Halloween, wrapped up, in these posts.  I feel strange writing this much about it because I don't really like the day.

Comments

Abigail said…
Their costumes are incredible and are now prompting me to look up what/who "Naruto" is. Some type of anime, I'm guessing.

And you have Martha hiding inside you (creepy). The church photobooth and all else are pitch-perfect.

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