Somehow I didn't really realize it was almost Halloween until Friday the day of the embassy Halloween party. The boys (with a little pressure from Dad) agreed to wear costumes from years past so once again we had a pair of grim reapers, same as last year. Dakota was either a construction worker or one of the guys from the Village People you choose.


Nobody knows quite what Grayson was but he raided the dress up box and came out wearing a Safari hat from a friend's long ago birthday party party, Colin's old Venom costume from 3 years ago, and a bumble bee vest from Halloween 2004, he seemed pleased with his costume so I guess that's all that matters.

As for Dave and I we also raided the kid's dress up box and came out with two gorilla masks. We apparently have been watching way too much Dancing With the Stars becuase we thought we were being clever by dressing as Bristol Palin and her dance partner Mark Ballas a couple weeks ago when they did the jive to "Hey Hey We're the Monkees" while wearing gorilla suits.



Our costumes may have been a fail but the embassy party was a success. There were games, costume contests, food and of course trick-or-treating. The kids came home with a bag of candy and big smiles.

Saturday was the International Women's Association of Malawi Bazaar which in no way had anything to do with Halloween but was a lot of fun. We gave each of the kids some money and let them shop around for some treasures. Alonzo came back with a huge plant with a flower taller than himself, Colin came back with a carved wooden letter opener shaped like a dagger and a couple of wooden elephants, and Grayson and Dakota came back with a pile of rocks and crystals from the gemology booth. David and I just bought some food and drinks.
Sunday, that would be Halloween Day, the only thing we did to celebrate was to make homemade caramel apples and watched Halloweentown. Somehow that was on the only Halloween movie we watched this year, we didn't even watch the Great Pumpkin. Next year I will get my act together and carve some jack-o-lanterns, put up some decorations, order costumes and candy and watch all the movies. Next up Thanksgiving. I better get my act together, I wonder if you can buy a turkey in Malawi?
5 comments:
You look awesome! Love everyone's costumes.
And I'll just wager bets that you may not be able to buy and carve a large turkey for thanksgiving... but I'm sure you'd be able to carve a large ass tarantula or something. Plenty of legs to go around...
Ha! love the comment about eating tarantulas for THanksgiving!
I find it always takes a while after an international move to get into holidays, so I think you did a terrific job considering the circs! And you all looked great--esp you and Dave!
Ready or not, it looks like much fun was had :) I need to get out and find a turkey too. I believe our coop may have them, if not, one of the stores did last year... all frozen... so the trick for me is getting one in time to get it thawed out properly!
Happy Halloween- looks like you had a good time. Hmm, tarantula legs- I wouldn't exactly be giving thanks for that!
OMG. you and dave's costumes almost made me pee my pants. hilarious. i am still laughing. love it, love it, love it. we missed you double on halloween. :o( love y'all. m.
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