Remember when the Genny Wren had her tongue out all the time? And couldn't stop making spitties, like it was her JOB? She stopped doing that entirely because she realized she could make dolphin sounds and you can only really do one thing with your mouth at a time. Anyway, the tongue is back, with a vengeance.
This is my tongue.
This also is my tongue.
This is my tongue and also my hand is FASCINATING.
This little piggy was a huge hit with the neighbors.
This little piggy got a ridiculous amount of candy in a single block of houses.
This little piggy spent an hour that night organizing her candy, and reorganizing.
This little piggy VERY CAREFULLY selected candy from the cauldron to give to the trick-or-treaters (I can't believe I didn't get a picture of this happening. She was so meticulous. Also, I forgot to tell Joel to give out candy generously [I like to buy enough candy to give it out with both hands. It makes me feel beneficent] so when I got back with the girls, we still had like four-fifths of a cauldron full of candy).
This little piggy woke up in the morning and organized her candy again.
This little piggy got to pick ONE TREAT to eat after her breakfast.
This little piggy spent literally like half the day putting her candy bars in a line, putting like with like.
This little piggy doesn't care that she missed out on candy because YAMS.
Halloween is almost upon us, I'm not sure you're aware. We love Halloween in this house. LOVE IT. A few weeks ago I went to the dollar store and grabbed anything Halloween-activity-ish that would fill the hours. We have been Halloweening hard. Ghost ornaments!
Porcelain vampires and such!
I found a bunch of figurines and spooky houses at the dollar store and made myself a little Halloween village. At first I told Eleanor she could only look at them, but she's such a careful little person and whatever, the entire thing cost me like four dollars, so now I let her organize them however she likes.
I also gave into her keeping a couple of skeletons that I couldn't find decorative places for, and she has been putting on her wicked witch hat and making them into soup.
One chilly afternoon we put Geneva in the cauldron and made her into soup.
She was like, Yes, whatever, this is fine.
I am totally getting my $2.50 worth out of that wicked witch hat. We have been wicked witching ALL OVER TOWN.
Sometimes Eleanor puts the skeletons to bed in Geneva's car seat and covers them with 'the steam.'
Speaking of decorative skeletons that I have found a place for. You might remember these fancy bitches from last year. 'Reginald, darling, do we know that chimney sweep over there?' 'Goodness, darling. They all look alike to me.'
This enormous spider remains my best dollar store purchase to date.
Our front entryway has an infestation.
And of course, we have costumes. This enormous pink sweater is not a Wilbur costume, momma.
*cuts off arms and ruffle, stuffs tummy, glues spare bits of fabric to butterfly headband and milk jug cap, adds everything pink Eleanor owns* THIS IS A WILBUR COSTUME.
Geneva is wearing four pairs of tights, and a dress, and a dollar store hat that I glued some googley eyes on to. She is a Charlotte.
Joel is on call tonight, but we have pumpkins to decorate, about more which anon.