The only thing scary about this Halloween post is how late it is...the date....Nov. 18. What can I say? Mama works for a living. But this tardiness should not undermine the fabulousness of our trick-or-treating night. A big shout out to Aunty Jessica who helped me put together Charlotte's handmade ladybug skirt (it was a fine collaboration in the tradition of my grandfather, Mario, an Italian tailor who arrived at Ellis Island in 1923, and made all of my Halloween costumes...every my
floaty ballet skirts).
Suffice it to say, the kids loved every moment of the night, racing from door to door. Charlotte would knock, and Harry, our astronaut, would yell (in a very high pitched voice) "trick or treat!" I stress high-pitched, which I think earned them extra candy to just. please. move. on.
It was the year that Harry really GOT it - carving the pumpkins (I actually let him try his hand with a dull saw and we did not lose a hand, yea for me), checking all the neighborhood decorations on the drive to preschool "ooh mommy, that's a scary one!," the mountains of candy, the begging door-to-door, sitting on the stoop with friends gorging on sweets until bedtime (he took a bite of at least 10 pieces and handed them back to me at which point I chucked them into our Ivy, don't tell Paul.).
I adore Halloween. I think my children do too. So, I present you with some photos from the night and our Batman jack-o-lanterns (daddy did not photograph the painstakingly-carved "Harry" and "Charlotte" pumpkins....so maybe I WILL tell him about the candy in the ivy bed.)
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ones who got crabby without their 
afternoon naps. These buggers came to lunch. I like the fact that crabs offer the diner both a good meal as well as entertainment. Please note the skeptical look on Harry's face. Yes sweetie, we're going to eat those.
s). Well, we love traveling with our friends. It's one of our great delights. But this week of beach exile, just us, was phenomenal. The kids could have napped more, but I can't say enough about our trip. Today, as the frost starts to collect, I finally dumped a whopping 375 beach photos off my camera onto the hard drive and have decided that today's blog post (s) will be an ode to the Outer Banks 2010. I recommend calling up these photos as soon as you unpack the woolens.
floaty ballet skirts).
ends Luke and Jack hung out yesterday after
school. This was a big-boy play date, no moms allowed (just Luke's nanny Thelma). They wore costumes, they played with trains and trucks, they had 'licious snacks. And as they say, breaking up was hard to do. Harry was eager to 
