Halloween

This year, just like last year, we were trains. Roan was a Thomas-ish train, I was a red caboose, and Jay was Sir Topham Hatt. You probably can't tell, but Jay has a pillow under his coat, in an attempt to look fat. You also cannot tell I am 8 months pregnant, which makes this cardboard red caboose the most flattering thing I own.

Here we are, all the trains, minus Sir Topham Hatt, and plus Eli, who was a chef.

In this photo you can see Roan's small purple felt Halloween candy holder. It wasn't ideal for trick-or-treating, because of the wide top, which caused all of his candy to fall out when he ran. He didn't notice, and when we told him, he said, "I will puff more carefully," but would inevitably break into a run.

This was one reason why we went home with so little candy. Roan's total take was 2 mini twix, 1 snickers, and 2 lousy peppermints. The other reason was that Roan missed the point of trick-or-treating. He would walk up the stoop with his friends, say trick-or-treat just like everyone else, but when someone offered to put candy in his bag he would say, "no thank you, I already have some," and dutifully march back down the stairs.