It's like falling down a hill...

but more fun.

Halloween 2017

Everybody else is trick or treating today, but Emma and I already had Trunk or Treat at our schools to practice our candy grabbing skills. Here I am at Emma's school, getting ready to hand out candy to her class in the back of our decorated car.

And here's Princess Belle! Aunt Beth said Emma couldn't pull off black shoes with the dress, but I think she managed. 

I've never seen Belle hanging out with Batman and Spiderman before. I don't know why not. They all probably have great stories to share. 

Next up was my school, and my costume. I tried leaping tall buildings in a single bound, but I could only make it over short ones. 

Let's be honest: You can't handle the good looks we're giving here. We cleaned the place out of candy. And we'll do it again tonight. 

Princess time

Just a girl playing dress up on a relaxing weekend morning. What more could you ask for? 

Oh also I have magic powers and we're battling an evil witch. No biggie. 

Testing out potential costumes

Um, no. 

 

Um, no. 

You know what? We'll think of something later. 

Pumpkin picking

Sunday was our annual pilgrimage to the pumpkin patch for Halloween decorations, and as always, Dad made jokes about our heads being pumpkins and trying to pick them. Very funny. 

Emma wanted to pick this pumpkin, but Mom said it wouldn't fit in the house. 

We almost got lost in the corn maze, but luckily Jonathan used his Cub Scout skills to navigate a way out. 

 Finally, the perfect one. Now somebody come carry it for me.

This was a pretty bumpy ride, but it got the job done.  

(Yeah, he really did carry that one back to the wagon.) 

Can you imagine the size of the pumpkin they're picking if they have a wagon that big? 

First Cub Scout campout

Dad and I hung out with the local Cub Scout troop this weekend and had a great time with some of the outdoor activities. Here I am talking with the Den leader about some of the local leaves we found.

And, after a solid hike, we had hot dogs and smores cooked on the campfire. 

We didn't get to sleep out in a tent this time, but I can't wait until we get that chance soon. Dad said I could sleep on the back porch if I really wanted to try it sooner, but I feel like he's missing the point. 

One last taste of summer

This is probably the last time I'll be allowed outside barefoot for a while, isn't it?