Our Halloween was crazy busy, but so much fun. Porter was Indiana Jones and Dallin was a knight. We spent weeks trying to get Porter’s costume just right and finally came up with an outfit that fit his seven-year-old vision of Indiana Jones. He was so excited, he would run around the house with his hat and whip shouting, “Jones versus the couch”  or “Jones versus the fridge” and he would proceed to fight the couch or fridge or whatever other object was an enemy to archaeological progress that day. Dallin was thrilled to get “cundy” in his “pupkin” at the grandmas houses, but wasn’t terribly excited about trick-or-treating. The first person that didn’t put a “tocker” (sucker) in his pumpkin got the what-for in baby language. We even managed to get Jared home to celebrate with us and watch the boys trick-or-treat. I love Halloween.

I had to laugh at this picture. Porter didn’t even crack a grin the whole time. When I asked him why the mad face, he sighed and was forced to explain, “Mom, Indiana Jones doesn’t smile!”

Porter’s school sponsored a Backwards Day for Red Ribbon Week. They encouraged the kids to wear their clothes inside out and backwards. Porter does this regularly without realizing so I wasn’t sure it would be a very novel thing for him, but he was excited. He pulled his shirt on inside out and backwards and was thrilled with the result. He got a little panicky when he zipped up his pants backwards and asked, “Mom, how am I going to go to the bathroom?” We discussed a few different strategies and he seemed satisfied. His friend Eric (or “Edgar” if you ask Dallin) came over and I had two goofy boys ready for backwards day.

There is just something about homemade cookies. They make your house smell like heaven, they soothe the savage toddler, and they bring smiles to the returning second grader. It’s magic.