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Earlier tonight I succumbed to this enormous bone-cracking yawn and peered outside our windows at the pitch-black evening, and I thought, man, it must be LATE. Then I realized it was 7:30.

I’m not sure I’m really ready for it to be, like, November. I love autumn but it’s going by way too fast, the days are getting shorter and shorter and I swear the leaves just started turning but they’re suddenly already half-gone, and were those Christmas ornaments I saw on display in the mall tonight, REALLY?

I had so many good intentions for going all out for Halloween this year; decorating the house and making all kinds of treats and carving at least three or four pumpkins, but somehow I blinked and what the hell, tomorrow’s the 31st.

We did manage to get one pumpkin carved:

The rest, well, maybe I’ll draw some faces on them with a marker or something.

I did send Riley to class today in his Old Navy DON’T LIE ABOUT THE CANDY shirt, which I hope counts as a Festive Holiday Craft.

Dylan wore his awesome MUMMY LOVES me outfit.

Wait, you seriously need a closeup of this onesie, it is just that goddamned cute.

AM I RIGHT?

Unfortunately, it came home in a sealed baggie today after he apparently pooped down a leghole this afternoon. (Those of you whose kids go to daycare, don’t you HATE those Baggies of Doom? Especially when they create a sort of horrible condensation on the inside of the bag, like some little weather system of disgustingness.)

Our Halloween plans for tomorrow involve me attempting to wrestle the children into their outfits, then taking them to JB’s work for trick-or-treating (his office decorates their halls and hands out candy to employees’ kids, which I always think must be fun for a certain percentage of workers, and a sheer living hell for the rest). Then maybe a quick stroll around our neighborhood in the evening, depending on whether Riley’s Into the Concept or Frantically Opposed to the Entire Thing.

I took photos of the kids’ costumes a while back in case everything goes to hell tomorrow:

A fist, a hand, hoocha hoocha hoocha . . . lobster!

Emo pirate.

After the kids go to bed, I’m going to force JB to watch 28 Days Later with me, and you bet your sweet chocolate-coated ass I’m going to be indulging in a LOT of this:

How about you? What’s on tap for your Halloween?

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