Who cares about candy at the church Halloween party? As long as there are decorations to play with, Claire's a satisfied customer. When she first saw herself wearing this costume in the mirror, she started growling — no coaching on our part. She's a smartie.
Here's a friend's baby from the church Halloween party the other night ... wearing a face that he keeps in a Mason jar by the door.
What do you catch when you're fishing with donuts for bait? A bunch of teenagers. This is a contest Madeleine was in last week with the kids from church. Thankfully, she lost.
This weekend was Malcolm's final campout with our troop's 11-year-old Blazer patrol. He was camp cook, which meant he had to plan three balanced meals, estimate food costs, get everything there, and be the lead cook. He did great! Friday night we had BBQ chicken roasted in foil with mashed potatoes and S'mores for dessert; Saturday breakfast was pancakes with sausage; lunch was turkey and ham sandwiches. 
Colors have been great so far this year. Many trees have dumped leaves but others are still hanging on. It's been a wet, windy weekend, but once it dries out I'll be out sucking up leaves with the lawnmower.
Uninterested in Malcolm's soccer game, Carter found a couple of sticks on the sidelines and began to demonstrate his martial arts moves. I have no idea where he picked this up.
Here's one of the boys from my class in Boston. He's destined to be an engineer or skyscraper architect.
Malcolm had his friend Samuel over the other day to play video games with him and Carter. Often these get-togethers devolve from gaming into making additional Miis, the characters you use to play games on the Wii. Thanks to Carter we have an cast of dozens of goofy guys with big moles named GRYZUGLX. Whereas, the older boys like to create cool dudes wearing toques with names like Chewie, along with several stoners. Since we don't have any coffee here, the boys figure this table is where you should sit instead. There's a whole underlying currency to this that most people miss.
Yesterday we made a trip with 20 young men and women and 8 adults to the Boston Temple. After a good visit there we took them to a buffet for lunch. All the adults sat at a different table, and they went a little haywire on the ice cream. Madeleine and three other 13 year old girls rode in my van, and I found they can be just as loud and rambunctious as boys.
Roaming the earth for her quarry. 
A victim! The dreaded through-the-fence attack! 
Another one bites the dust.
This is Part 2 of yesterday's hike at Indian Kill. The two falls I photographed here are about a half mile from my front door. Despite losing my lens cap, searching underwater for my wireless camera remote (after drying overnight it still works), and walking through bunches of spider webs, I was pretty happy with the shots I brought back. I took pictures at these falls just over a year ago and I'm improving as a photographer already.
We live in a beautiful place. The Dutch word for stream is "kill" and we have a lot of kills around here. Yesterday was a wonderfully slow day so during naptime I took a quiet hike along the Indian Kill, which runs through the back yards of our neighborhood.
To celebrate the bicentennial post of the Grandon Fan Club, I'm excited to announce Corner Gas Season 5 just arrived! It's our family's favorite — a TV show about nothing, based in Saskatchewan. It's not known or widely available in the States; we had to get ours from Amazon.ca. Malcolm watches it every night with his cereal before bed, though he blasted through all 3 new DVDs in the first 24 hours. I choose to savor them instead. 
The days are getting shorter so sunset is happening just as I'm getting home from work. This is on the way home last night, I found my parking spot near the bridge, but it was an uneventful sunset. I'll be back to try again.
Malcolm had his best soccer game yet on Saturday. His team lost, but he made some great defensive plays.
