Saturday, October 31, 2009

Once upon a Halloween night...


It happened one eerie Halloween night. The moon was casting it's silvery beams, lighting up the House of Avery in a spectral glow. The rhythmic pitter patter of goblin feet as they crunched through remnants of unraked leaves was like a pulsating heart of the night itself, giving it a life of its own, feeding off of fears the way the little spooks were feeding off candy. This is when the door to the House of Avery creeked open, exposing those standing inside to the hauntings of that night. Those inside were two beautiful girls, shaking with anticipation of what this night was to do to them. What was hiding in those blackest of shadows? What were the creeping noises behind them? The images of the unknown were terrifiying! Even so,they hesitated but a moment...and then they attacked that night!

Pre Trick or Treating poses. We never did get a costume for Max, so here he is in one that is 4T. :) He only had to wear it a little while, he was too tired to go out.

I love this picture!



I'm definitely not meant to be a blonde!



Zoe lasted about 45 minutes, not bad for a 3 year old. She had a hard time keeping up with Ella who would run from house to house. She finally gave up and came home with me and watched Ghostbusters. But Ella was an animal! Andy finally had to drag her home before 9. Look at that haul. Andy got on map quest and figured out that she walked 3 1/2 miles! What a fun night.







Thursday, October 29, 2009

Halloween Prep Time

For those of you out there who have been sitting on the edge of your seats, just dying to know what the Avery's have been up to next, well, I don't blame you. We are, by far, the most exciting family ever. So I apologize for keeping you waiting for our usual witty, enthralling and yet poignant posts that typically grace this page. I haven't had pictures up for a while because our camera broke. We have been taking "stills" from our camcorder, and they are not what you would call "quality". Despite this, for my own sake, I wanted to post our pre-Halloween hauntings, because it is our favorite time of year! Hopefully you can see through the haze...

We carved pumpkins while watching "Corpse Bride". The girls weren't too sqeamish to pull out their own "guts". I was very proud. And anyone that has driven by our house knows these pumpkins lasted all of three days before they became a moldy, withered blob of orange. Too bad too, they were our best yet.


Here's Max digging in and eating the pumpkin seeds. Pretty slimy! It's okay, he pooped them out later.

Decorating cookies at the UVSC carnival. Tinkerbell and a Garden Fairy.


Sir Chunks-a-lot here doesn't have much of a costume. Maybe we'll figure it out by the big day.

The girls showing off their painted faces with their buddy, Caroline. Such pretty girls!

Monday, October 19, 2009

Fall Leaves Explained

Zoe's take on the fall leaves: "Maybe the wind is talking to the leaves, but the leaves don't understand what the wind is talking about. So the sky goes (whoooooshhh) at the leaves cuz it is mad cuz they won't talk back. The leaves say, "Ahhhh, run for your lives! The sky is going to kill us! Run for your homes!" And (zoom) they are running down the road." And that is why the leaves are blowing in the wind. They are running for their lives apparently.

Another Zoe quote: "Dear Heavenly Father, You are so lucky I love you. Good-bye."

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Remember....

I have come to the frightening conclusion
That I am the decisive element.
It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous,
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration,
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides
Whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated,
And a person is humanized or de-humanized.
If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.
If we treat people as they ought to be,
We help them become
What they are capable of becoming.
~Goethe