All Halloween, All the Time

The countdown is on around here. 13 days. 13 days until Halloween. 12 days until the neighborhood parade. And less than 24 hours until the next time we walk across the street to see our neighbor's house, a.k.a. The 'Pooky House. That's Stella-ese for Spooky House. It's complete with ghosties and ghouls and spiders and pumpkins and cemetery grave markers.

I was a little afraid, Heath confessed, when we came back in the house from our post-bath spooky house visit this evening. He hides it well.

After much deliberation, and a clear forewarning that there is no turning back from a costume declaration, Heath made his decision. He's Batman. My suggestion that I make the costume for him fell on disinterested ears. He'd spotted a Batman costume, complete with crime-fighting muscles, at Party City. There was no changing his mind. He did, however, indulge me in cutting out a cardboard battarang. To fight bad guys. Not your sister. No, your sister is not a bad guy.

Yes, Stella's dressed as a Pumpkin, but she still helps Batman save Gotham from evil doing.

At the Pumpkin Patch.

The sign reads, Do Not Climb on the Pumpkins. Stella claims she can't read.

All the lovely pumpkins and these two seem unable to get away from the Porta-Jon and pile of Pumpkins who have seen better days.

My favorite pumpkins picking out their favorite pumpkins.