My Sweater Looks Like the 18,293 Pieces of SuperBubble That Came Home With Us Last Night

So Sawyer was a Ninja.

And he kept sucking on the red mask thing that covered his mouth.

So he was a Ninja with a big wet circle on his face.  So intimidating.  Because if I met a Ninja in a dark alley, I'd be extra scared if he was sucking on his face mask.  Weird kid.

And Tate, who started out as an army guy, changed his mind 20 minutes before time to leave for trick-or-treating and decided to be Batman. 

Whatever floats his cute little boat.

Then there was Keaton.  Our nerd brainiac.  He wanted to be a book.  An Open Book.  Clever.

And he misspelled all the words on all the pages himself.  It was sweetly precious.  And torture for my OCD soul.

We hit a trunk-or-treat/fall festival at one of the local churches in town, and then we headed around town and hit the houses with the good candy of the people that we knew. 

And Batman fell into an all-out sugar-induced coma.

And I was thrilled that Halloween was over and that we could move on to the REAL holiday season.

In fact, we were all so giddy about November's arrival that we were up and ready for church earlier than usual and headed outside to take a few celebratory pictures. 

We posed.

And smiled.

And climbed trees.

And looked just downright beautiful.

This post is dedicated to the grandparents who are beside themselves with glee because of the huge volume of pictures that are included here.  This post is also dedicated to all of the rest of you sweet people who had to suffer through the huge volume of pictures that are included here.  You're welcome.