Feeling Thankful

It may have been a week ago, but Thanksgiving this year was fantastic. The menu was superb, the company was wonderful, the weather was beautiful (no, it wasn't crisp and fall-like, but it was sunny and warm!), Luke was super excited to see all of the turkeys that were going to appear on Thanksgiving day, and Baby D got his first taste of Thanksgiving turkey. (to see Luke's, go here)

As they say in Texas:

Give thanks, ya'll.

The Finer Things

To celebrate baby number three (but more importantly, girl number one), Suzanne and friends came over to indulge in fantasies of being a character in a Jane Austen novel. What better way to welcome a little princess into the world?

Pinkies up, ladies.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Ghostbusters!

Our costumes attracted a different demographic from last year. This year Ken's favorite group of people, teenage boys, seemed really interested in asking questions and inspecting Ken's costume (up close).

Also, while Luke couldn't have been more in heaven (a backpack with a hose and a gun attached?), Derek absolutely hated his costume, though he fell asleep in its snuggly warmth both at the ward trunk or treat and around our neighborhood.

Both boys still had enough energy when we got home to light up our jack-o-lantern to entice trick-or-treaters (we got about four) before everyone passed out into lovely sugar comas.

I Ain't Scared of No Ghost

When there's something strange
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in the neighborhood,
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Who you gonna call?