Halloween

Hey y'all - 

In what is becoming a Halloween tradition, Laney started the day at school dressed as one thing (in this case: a cat) and ended the day by trick-or-treating as something else...

A hula girl. Because it's Montana, she was a hula girl with a warm base layer and rain boots. 

Hagen was happy to be a dragon and stay that way. 

I decided to dress up as a witch. Note to self: The 99-cent green make-up at Target is NOT a bargain, because you'll have to put on nine layers and still won't get good coverage. 2nd note to self: Why the hell are you dressing up, anyway, since all you'll doing is walking down a dark street watching your children ask strangers for candy?

Your dad has this (oh, let's say) quirky habit of disappearing into the garage for long stretches without telling us where he's going or what he's working on. That's usually a good indication that he's working on something ridiculous. In this case, your dad decided on Halloween that your visiting Uncle Nate needed a costume, too, and spent an hour crafting this Ghostbusters get-up:

I've never seen anyone so happy to be holding a homemade ghost containment unit. Your dad was a Jedi or something. Some "Star Wars" person. I refuse to inform myself on this point. 

Hagen, your dad and I often notice that you have the manners and disposition (and work ethic) of an 80 year-old man. Lots of lying around, snuggling and snacking. "Roll that window up!" you tell me in the car, like I'm crazy, "It's COLD out there!" I say that as an intro to my favorite moment from trick-or-treating...

You and the friends you were trick-or-treating with knocked on the door of a house with an ample porch and some nice patio furniture. While every other kid yelled "TRICK OR TREAT!" at the woman at the door, you rubbed the cushions of her outdoor sofa and asked "Is dis your couch?" When she admitted it was, you said, "It looks SO COZY..." and started to climb on this woman's sofa in your dragon outfit, presumably so you could take a load off. We had to come scoop you up, put you back on the path to the next house, and remind you to get your game face on. 

Yeah, that's the one. 

Love,

Mom