Trunk or Treat

Tuesday night was our ward Trunk-or-Treat.  This is not my favorite activity of the year, but it IS Mauri's.  Luckily, this year I talked Mar into a low-budget costume (thanks to my diligence in storing past costumes of the older kids), which also requires very little time and effort to get ready.  LOVE.  After last year's valiant effort to pull off the requested costume, I needed a breather.

Tay had the night off of work, so he was excited to dress up too.
Another one of momma's special low-budget, easy fixes.

That's my boy.

I tried to capture the hugeness of our ward, without luck.  Our "cultural hall" (gotta love that term), Relief Society room AND Primary room were all filled to the brim with tables, chairs, and people.  After helping cook and wrap hot dogs (Tay and Bill - I can't take any credit), Tay and I found a spot to eat on some chairs along the edge in one of the rooms while Bill did door duty.  I had a pork/lime/white bean chili that was de-lish... I need to get that recipe.  Whoever organized the activity did a fabulous job considered the logistics of such an event in a building the size of ours (on the smaller side, but not the smallest I've seen) with a ward the size of ours (extremely large and ready for a split any day).  Shilo hung out with the youth for a little while, who were playing parking-lot hockey and mingling in the great-and-cold outdoors, before joining Tay and I in the trunk.  Kids traipsed through the rain-almost-snow, eagerly braving the elements to collect their teeth-rotting treats.

The whole thing was over and done in an hour-and-a-half (perfect), and the fam all met back at home to graze on Mar's candy.  Except for Lex, who was a working girl.  

(BTW, Lex has acquired a SECOND job... at Britt's old employer, Justice.  We are hopeful that her schedules will coordinate, since neither job on it's own offers enough hours, and the two combined would be just right.  Our first test will be tonight when she is scheduled to train at Justice, and has a call-in at B&BW.  Wish her luck.)

Before we called it an evening, I had to snap a pic of father and son.

They both commented on how most of the little kids at the Trunk-or-Treat were quite scared/interested/timid/fascinated by their "costumes."

I just patted myself on the back.  I wish every year could be this easy.