Halloween has gone to the dogs

When Megan decided to be Luna Lovegood, we took one look at our dog Kisses and knew that the perfect costume for her would be a thestral. She's black, skeletal, and she has no hair. All she lacked was wings.














Look, she can even fly.











Every year, Ivy dresses as the same thing. At least this year, she has accessories.


Nicholas pointed out that she wears most of her costume everyday.











Luna, well, she's the moon. Aren't her visitors cute?


















And, of course, if you put Luna and Ivy together, you get The Cow Jumping Over the Moon. Although in reality, in this case, the moon is probably more likely to jump over the cow......but that's a different story altogether.

A good time was had by all

My birthday is on Halloween. My baby brother, Brendan, was born 10 years and one day after me, on November 1. Our family decided to throw us a joint birthday-halloween-costume party last night. It was a blast!

Of course there was a ton of food.

Some of us ate more than others.

There was witches brew and vampire blood.

And, of course, two kinds of chocolate cake!

But the best, of course, were all of our friends.

This is Brendan's girlfriend's family.









We had convicts (who happen to coach my daughter's softball team),









flappers and beer wenches,











princesses, gypsies, teenie boppers, women priests, and men in mullets,









and don't forget Pooh and Little Red Riding Hood.








There were devils and angels,











and the "headless" horseman,









and in the middle there in black is Sarah Palin after the election (she's incognito:).








Here's the Head Witch,









and this is the only known photo of my dad dressed as a priest (he's in the far right corner of the picture.)









For those of you who haven't seen Brendan in a while, he's put on a little weight.












And, as promised, Xenophilius Lovegood broke out the egg-yolk yellow robes for the occasion, seen here with some of the Hogwarts crowd.












And just for fun, the party from the view of a six year old (before he went up to watch Indiana Jones):

Thanks to everyone who worked so hard to make this fantastic party happen, especially my husband, who had the idea, my mom and sister, who were the creative directors, decorators, cooks, and cleanup crew, and my dad and brother-in-law, who did, well, whatever Mom and Ann told them to do. It really was a fun night.