Life has been strange and other-worldly lately.
On Wednesday, I found myself lying in my backyard watching a meteor shower. I squinted my eyes against the dark grey of the sky – it was so lit up from the street lights and overflowing city brights that in some places it was tough to make out the stars at all. I lay there in the quiet of the dark and just as I was losing hope I saw a bright flash of light streak swiftly across the sky, disappearing as quickly as it emerged.
It was so bright and fleeting. Something beyond me. I needed that reassurance – that reminder to look up.
Sometimes I just feel like this blog needs more Gus.
I have come up with a deeelightful family Halloween costume this year – oh yes, I am going to push the the family costumes until either Adam or Olive rebels. Who will crack first? How far can I push this? Stay tuned!
Anyway. I thought I’d compile some photos from our costumes in previous years, in no particular order.
As always, Gus wins.
Gus circa 2011, as Alan from The Hangover
2012, Olive as a bunny, me as a bleary-eyed new mom, proud that she showered today.
2011. Adam as Alan from The Hangover (who wore it better?) and would you look at those pants?!
Me as a witch.
2010. You’re welcome for the modesty patch.
Umm.. the nineties sometime? Maybe 1990? Making me seven…ish? A SPIDER! Check our all of those homemade costumes. Nary a franchise or licensed character to be seen.
Three week old Olive. Oh my gahhhh so little look at those hands I need a moment.
2005, me as a lion. Rawr. I kind of like the crimped hair look.
Gus as Lady Gaga. Lady Da-Ga?
See? Gus always wins.
Olive and I are heading out today to gather a few extra bits and pieces for our costumes, the better to dress up with my dear!
In case you have been wondering what this guy has been up to, he’s been dividing his time between halfheartedly trying to escape Olive’s grabby hands, and lecturing us about drafting our wills.
We know, Gus- we KNOW.
Just- I mean, lighten up a bit okay?
Gus has a reputation for being a hugely messy dog (I have absolutely no idea why that is).
We have been house sitting for Adam’s sister this past week, and I’ve decided that when she comes home and asks why her windows look like they’ve been coated with ballistics gel, I’m just going to blame it on Olive.
Don’t worry Gus- I got your back.