A ballerina, A turkey, and A poodle

It is a fun evening to dress up and haul some major candy.
Aside from that, I feel like it is pretty much torture.
Obviously, Guinnyth agrees.

All the in and out of the car just isn't my thing.
Although, I do think my poodle was about the cutest thing I have ever seen.
Too bad I couldn't manage to get a good picture of the said poodle.

 Ella was our little ballerina.
She leaped and plied all across town in her toe slippers.
She kept asking people,
"What do you get when you cross a rooster and a poodle?"
"A cock-a-poodle-doo!"
Then, she laughed hysterically and marched to the next door.

Liam was our little turkey.
My kids always manage to pick costumes that have no pattern available,
leaving my mom to figure out how to make it.
Luckily, she is super talented and pulled it off beautifully.
That is one good-looking turkey.

 Then, there is this little nugget.
She was happy as a clam as long as I was holding her.
The moment I put her down, she was screaming up a storm.
I just know she is going to give me grief when she's 16 and looking back at pictures and there aren't any good ones of her.
It is her fault, really.  She won't let me put her down long enough to get a decent shot.
She's still about as cute as them come.  Even with the remains of tears in her eyes.

Now, onto the month of thanks.
Love it!



  1. Oh, that first picture with the two happy kids in the background is just priceless!

  2. SO CUTE! What great costumes! and I love that first picture! haha! found you from the collective blog hop! (: