See that super gross monster on the left, that's my middle son. That mask made the sweet little two year old boy down the street burst into tears. I had to throw my hand over the mask and make my guy turn around. I felt so bad. But it is Halloween, the one time when we all love to be a bit terrified.
Waaa- ha ha. The neighbors had a sweet fog machine for extra photo drama.
My favorite house down the street. Every time I drive by at night I wish it was my house. So magically tucked into the big trees. Magical things have to happen in a house like that, right? That is what I tell myself.