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Happy Halloween, friends!

Lindsey agreed to take her little brother around trick-or-treating with her tonight for about an hour. Here they are posing just before sundown in the woods behind our house.I thought I'd post a picture that Christopher took when he was six years old while we were on a field trip to a pumpkin patch in Elgin, Texas, with his school. I just love his little feet and looking at the pumpkins through his eyes. We'll be going out to trick or treat at his daddy's office when he gets home from school. He's going as the Grim Reaper. Lindsey is going to have to miss it to work on filming and creating her own aerobics workout video for her P.E. class. Of all days, her partner on this could only get together on Halloween. Frightening! It's due on Friday, but hopefully they'll still enjoy this festive day.
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Lonna said…
That is really fun to have your kids go out trick or treating together. I like that Lindsay will take time out for her kid brother. what neat kids you have.
October 31, 2007 10:34 PM
Conni said…
Cute pic. I love how you choose black and white....seems so fitting for a spooky night....
November 01, 2007 7:54 AM
Anonymous said…
Aweome! Your kids look great. Happy belated Halloween to y'all!!! Lindsay is such a doll big sis!
November 01, 2007 1:47 PM
Anonymous said…
They look so cute! It seems weird that it's so nice there that you can trick-or-treat in short sleeves... At least this year in Utah it didn't blizzard like last time. :P
November 01, 2007 11:37 PM
Bobbi said…
Crummy to miss Halloween for homework! But how nice of Lindsey to take Christopher around for a while.
November 02, 2007 9:59 AM
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