"Guess what that song's about? Wetting the bed!" -James, on the Violent Femmes' Blister in the Sun
Scary zombies were all the rage in our neighborhood this Halloween. While our kids were regular, run-of-the-mill, Martha Stewart Everyday-wear zombies, one of their buddies was a 'rock & roll' zombie with a guitar prop. And another zombie friend seemed to have the blood spatter and oatmeal gore thing down to a science.
Zach wasn't a zombie, though. Couldn't bring myself to put grease makeup on a two-month-old baby, so we Goodwilled it until we found something in the 0-6 months size range. He was, quite charmingly, a baby pumpkin.
But I'm seeing a theme costume in our family's future: zombie football players, zombie referees, a zombie cheerleader, and a baby zombie football.
|Will and James, looking more Charlie Sheenish than I'm comfortable with.
|Zach attack, calling it a night after handing out candy with me.
|Left to Right: James, Faded Scarecrow stolen by the men's swim team that was accidentally moved with us to the West Coast, Will, Elise's BFF, and Elise. F. Scarecrow has seen better days.