Halloween and Kids Pics

So those are my kids, the Spiderman and the Ninja. And yes, they were the same things last year. Some how my cost cutting hubby convinced the kids to be the same thing this year and save $50. I have no clue how or how many dollars exchanged hands in the process. I have been banned from Halloween the year that I dressed John up as a duck or was it the bumble bee year?? I forget. So Nathan handles everything ghoulish in our house hold.

Then today, OH today! I take pride in the fact that my kids have not drawn on themselves, while in my care ever! And not that drawing on yourself is the worst thing by any means that can happen~ but on picture day, it is perhaps one of the worst things that can happen. So Sarah (my brother's wife) and I come up with the idea to have the kids pics made. And since today is like 72 degrees and sunny, why not?? I head out to church and leave all the kids (Nathan included) at home. I get home shove everyone in the car for the hour trip to Dickson, for good leaves and the perfect setting. We stop along the way and grab a bite to eat. When we arrive at the perfect spot, I look back and John and notice that he has ketchup on his forehead. Keeping in mind that I turned down the ketchup offer at the burger joint and I never let open ketchup in the new van. Upon further inspection I notice (with spit laidened napkin ready for the kill) that it is not ketchup, it is more of a temporary tattoo in the spot that a bindi would be had be been in the Indian culture. We are not Indian! So during that hour that I was at church John had applied a tattoo of a lightning bolt smack between the eyes. Nothing baby wipes and a few chuckles can't cure.

Also taking pride in the wisdom I have gained in my six (almost 7) years of motherhood~never put on the "picture clothes" until you are ready to snap away. In our case, my kids are in white. NO WAY are we making the trip to Dickson wearing white. We get to the state park, discuss the bindi and I am taking off John's "travel shirt" to put on his white clean shirt and much to my surprise, my ALMOST 7 year old son has drawn all over his chest, belly and arms! Is he suddenly 3? What in the world and having his shirt off only reveals the beginnings of the tattooing that took place during my absence this morning.

Well at least the bindi was removed, the artwork was covered an no rouge birds flew over pooping. We had wonderful uneventful pictures made of all 5 kids! I cannot wait to see what they look like. All in a day people, all in a day!