I would love to tell you I have super cute Halloween pictures for you. I really would.
One was all too willing to pose as King David, Defeater of Goliath:
But the Grasshopper, quite simply, could not be bothered:
Add to that a Baptism (when did our kids get old enough to pose like this?) and a visit from Mikkee (I'm SO BIG - don't even bother saying it's all in my stomach, because it's a nice sentiment, but I know better) ...
and tonsil recovery, and stir.
It's been exactly how you expect it to be - three parts SO FUN, two parts WHERE'D HE GO?!, and four parts WE CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU STOP WHINING.
Randomly, Silas has slept better since his surgery than he was before ... if anyone knows what that's about, I"m listening, because I don't have a clue.
For now, I'm off to feed my children some protein to counteract the sugar, give them a good bath to make up for the one we skipped last night, and put everyone to bed - possibly before dark.
Happy detox, all.