halloween

this was our very first ever married halloween. i know that's confusing since we've been married for like 2.5 years but normally on this date we're returning from ethiopia (sad face) and so we never have had a halloween together. so we went all out this year.  and by that i mean carved pumpkins and dressed up for the party our church held.

we carved pumpkins 2 weeks ago and they're still holding up. i love them. and we got about a billion seeds out of them and roasted those bad boys up. it was evan's first time carving a pumpkin and my first time roasting seeds so it was all around just new and exciting. evan butchered the top of his and cussed it out about 40 times and i broke poor jack's tooth because my pumpkin was like 5 feet thick and the little saws in our pumpkin carving kit were just not long enough.

good times were had by all.

mine is jack (hand drawn because i'm amazing. just kidding, but seriously.) and evan's is a wolf. he even did the teeth! not bad for a baby pumpkin carver!!!


and! our church did a fun little candy run open house so that kids didn't have to be outside in the cold. different departments themed up an area and then dressed up and it. was. amazing. they turned the atrium into new york for the avengers and had a million other stations for kids to walk through and get 80 pounds of candy because that is what you do on halloween and you better believe i'm going to exploit my children's adorableness for free candy. OBVS.

evan's department chose toy story as their theme and evan was buzz and i was jesse. we handed out candy to 2,500 kids and i stood on my poor, poor feeties for 5 hours and died dead in my bed for a solid 7 hours of sleep that was not interrupted ONE TIME by a potty break.

but the room was AMAZING. they built giganto room furniture (the bed, dresser and bookcase) and then had t-rex, the etch-a-sketch and the slinky dog as props and every. child. lost their ever. loving. minds in our room. because right before our room was the scary star wars room and some life size jabba the hut creature being all scary for little babes. so we were all kid-friendly and junk.

apparently 5 people have seen toy story 2 and 3 because i was called woody about 900 thousand times last night. PEOPLE: GIRL. YELLOW BOW. RED HAT. everyone was all, "there's woody and buzz!!!!" which makes sense except for that i'm jessie.

and do you just love my outfit? that's evan's shirt, so it's huge on me, it's all awkward in the front and evan's mom apparently didn't know to be like, "HEYGIRLHEY you look like you have 6 alien babies in there, fix yourself." and so this is what i look like. this is also at the end of the night and i am just thrilled to be on my feet IN MY DAD'S COWBOY BOOTS for pete's sake (i'm a montana girl through and through and i don't even own my own pair of boots. girl, please. the only boots i ever owned were these white sparkly fringy ones that i luuuuuuhved to death.). he has small baby man feet at least and so i just wore a pair of extra thick socks and then they were only like 2 sizes too big. but they were the most uncomfortable shoes i have ever put my feet into. except for that i love them and would totally steal them. if they were my size and comfy and all that jazz. (uh, my feet didn't even reach the pointy part. slightly too large for my baby feets.)

lastly, let's not talk about the fact that evan SHAVED.OFF.HIS.BEARD. i'm so angry i could just kick something. i'm even more angry that he refuses to straight edge it so he has this homeless man five o'clock shadow thing. he's all, "it'll grow back." and i'm all, "fine. let's see how long i can grow my leg hair then."

and i ate candy yesterday like i hadn't had a piece of candy in 4 months. which is true because i pretty much haven't. sugar and sweets sound horrible to me but yesterday our clerks loaded my desk up with candy for our work trick-or-treaters and i ate like half the pile before any children even arrived. then i had like 50 pieces at night because they had yummy things like dots and twizzlers and laffy taffy and that was more sugar than i've had in a long, long while and i'm shocked i didn't puke. (because if i can't handle waffles with maple syrup how am i going to handle a few bite sized pieces of candy?) apparently i'm fine except for the fact that i hate all candy once again so apparently the baby was just as excited for halloween candy as i was. thank you, baby.

ps. i'm already dreaming up adorable baby costumes for next year. baby is going to be the cutest little thing, ya'll are going to just puke.