The Tail of October

Last weekend was full of fall festivities.

First,



We got up reeeally early on Saturday so that I could run the Wolf Trap Howl-oween 5K with Kaylyn in the frigid cold (um, 38 degrees when we left the house) and Jason could hold everyone's camera and keys and take pictures. We missed Tilly, who inexplicably decided to decline this year. We also shaved seven minutes off of our time last year. I think it was the cold.

Second,


We bundled up again for the now-annual hayride and bonfire at Krops Crops with our Sunday school class. Jason made chili (I didn't marry him for his chili, but oh, I could have), and I made s'mores. Actually I made s'more, singular. I left everyone else to fend for themselves. I used to think paying for a hayride and bonfire was oh-so-east coast--Dad use to give a killer hayride and make a mean bonfire upon request--but, according to this and this, the trend has spread west.

Third,


We answered the door to a little lion and his safari parents (Steven made it very clear that they were dressed up as photographers, not hunters). Hudson was our first trick-or-treater of the night, and definitely the cutest.

Finally,


We dressed up (yes, Jason DRESSED UP for Halloween) and headed to the church's Trunk or Treat event. Jason went as a hockey player, and I went as a college student, complete with glasses, fake Uggs, and GMU sweatshirt. Okay, so we dressed up as ourselves for Halloween. But still.

One thing we did not do was homework. Or, at least, very much homework. I had a deliciously light week of homework, which came at just the right time, since I briefly hit the end of my rope. We had split pea soup for dinner and I watched You've Got Mail and all was right with the world.