11.24.2013

Frail and Slight

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in Kansas. Her parents taught her how to work hard.

An elderly neighbor had some flooding in her basement and called the Malouf house looking for some help. Was Rebecca home? No. Was Sam home? No. Emily's help was offered, and the old lady questioned, "But isn't she frail and slight?"

I might have been a skinny little eleven-year-old girl, but I wasn't frail, nor was I slight. So I went and cleaned up the neighbor's basement. All by myself.


When I was eight years old, I got my first paper route. I think that was also the year I completed a record-setting ten pull-ups in my P.E. class, beating all of the boys. When I was nine, my brother, Sam,  and I started a lawnmowing business. We rode our bikes to mow lawns, pulling the mower and trimmer in our custom-made lawnmower cart. I climbed trees. . . to the very top of fifty-foot trees. I explored water drainage tunnels. I went bungee jumping. I earned an orange belt in judo. One day, I spotted the family van rolling down the driveway. I ran over and hopped in, shifting the gear into park before it reached the road. I joined the middle school track team and ran six miles at my first practice. I convinced my Grandpa Milligan that I could mow his lawn, even though I was a girl. I thatched lawns. I painted. I washed windows. I helped people roof their houses. I was the first girl on the 30-mile Bear Lake Hike. I worked for a curbing company. I threw shot put, discus, and javelin all through high school, competing at the Simplot Games against girls more than twice my size. I rode my bike to LaPoint. I lifted lawnmowers. I hauled heavy bags of wheat. I was in Coach Belcher's boys' weightlifting class with all of the football players. I worked for my uncle on his sod farm. I canoed the Logan River. I changed my own flat tires. I drove a dune buggy.

So the "frail and slight" comment became a family joke. Mostly with my father. Because it was so far from the truth.

I got married and lived in a camper trailer with no electricity. I wore Carhartts. I spent a semester in South Africa. I had a winter baby and took her hiking and canoeing as soon as the snow thawed. Steve heard the "frail and slight" story and thought it was equally amusing. So the joking continued.

But now, it's no joke. I am frail and slight. And I feel like my body is falling apart. Maybe I ruined my body during my younger years. . . or maybe this is just what happens when you are a grandma.

Last month, I was tough. I felt strong and healthy, stronger and healthier than I had been in years. I was going to the gym regularly, and my six-pack started to emerge. But then, everything went downhill. I finally had to go to the doctor.

And now that Adam has announced it to the neighborhood, I might as well share it with the rest of the world.

I have a hernia along my midline incision. And I need surgery. Except that I don't have medical insurance, so I have to wait until January. Which is frustrating. Surgery is never fun. And I already had my January scheduled out . . . and February, March, and April too.

In the meantime, I am wearing an abdominal binder, and Steve is doing most of the laundry. And most of the other work around the house too. I am being cautious. Cautious because it's painful. And cautious because I'm somewhat terrified of what is happening inside my body.

I have had to make some serious modifications to my lifestyle. I walk by things on the floor and don't bend over to pick them up. I hold kids by the hand instead of carrying them. And I am trying to maintain my sanity without going to the gym. (I've never been a hardcore runner, but when I can't release my anger and frustration on the treadmill. . . I cry. So I've been crying. A lot. Enough that we are starting to wonder if I am also going through menopause.)

But I have an admirable husband. He takes good care of me. He tells me that he doesn't mind taking care of me. And he reminds me of all of the good characteristics and attributes that he and the other members of his family developed from taking care of his Grandma Whitney, suggesting that similar blessings will come to our children for allowing them to help take care of me. Sometimes, when I am teary-eyed, in pain from the bulge in my abdomen and discouraged by the things I can't do, he pulls me close and whispers that everything is as it should be. And I suppose it usually is.

11.19.2013

My New Favorite Frozen Dinner

I know this isn't what you'd expect to hear from a restaurant owner, especially one with a degree in Nutrition, but I have a lot of experience eating frozen dinners. More than I'd care to admit. It all started my senior year of high school, when I also went to Burger King more than should be legally allowed. (Sometimes twice a day, but that's a different story.)

The frozen dinners had something to do with me repeatedly missing dinner because of tennis, basketball, and track practices/games/meets. And then my younger brother, Paul, started repeatedly missing dinner because of . . . hmmmmm, skateboarding practice? So that just left my parents. And my dad is a strange eater. Sometimes he does things that could be construed as offensive to someone who has just prepared a meal. Like getting up from the table during the middle of dinner and finding a box of cereal to pour on top of his food because he thinks it needs a little crunch. And back then, he was really into fruit snacks, so he wasn't always hungry for a big meal. Eventually, my mom just kind of quit cooking dinner. 

(At least that's how I interpreted the situation. Maybe the reality is that Sam was the favorite child, and once he was gone, there was nobody left to cook for.)

That was also the year I got my tonsils out. I had to go back to the ER twice for hemorrhaging, which resulted in a month of soft food. Fettuccine Alfredo was soft. . . soft enough, so my mom filled the freezer with frozen dinners. (Marie Callendar's Fettuccine Alfredo is the best, should you ever need to know. I ate them every once in a while when I was pregnant. . . they taste same both directions.)

So I don't know if any of that actually helps my culinary credibility, but just believe me that I've eaten a decent amount of frozen dinners and I am a selective eater, so when I say this is good, it really is. 

Thankfully, we haven't had the need to eat frozen dinners over the last few years. But on Saturday, we went grocery shopping as a family, with the goal of buying "real" food that Rachel could pack for school lunch. (She's been known to pack lunches consisting of multigrain chips and cookie butter, and I'm sure the lunchroom monitors aren't impressed.)

When we walked down the organic/vegan/gluten-free/lactose-free aisle, Steve spotted some Kashi frozen dinners that looked okay. Rachel loves pesto, so he put a few Pesto Pasta Primavera dinners in our cart. (Sadly, they did not pass the taste test and were rejected by me, Rachel and Lucy.) Luckily, Steve grabbed this one too:  


Kashi's Mayan Harvest Bake. I ate it last night, and it's good. Of course, it doesn't actually look like this picture: 


And nothing looks appetizing when it's eaten out of a black plastic tray, but it really is my new favorite frozen dinner. Steve warns that I might be jumping the gun and that I should factor in that I ate it at 10:00 pm when I was starving. But let's be honest. . . would you ever eat a frozen dinner if you weren't starving? And plantains, sweet potatoes, black beans, kale, and pepitas. . . I love all of those ingredients! I am tempted to recreate a fresh version, except that will definitely ruin my current level of satisfaction with this one. So in the meantime, if you ever find yourself needing to purchase a frozen dinner, give this one a try. I might go back and buy a few more while they are still on sale at Smith's.

11.16.2013

School Pictures

Growing up in Kansas, there were four frames hanging on the wall in our living room. Every year, we had pictures taken at school. And every year, our new picture went into the frame above our couch. Every single year. 

I don't buy school pictures. Partly because I've always had some kids in school and some kids out of school, so hanging them up wouldn't work out. (Because I like things to match.) Partly because it adds up to a lot of money, just to end up putting them into drawer or folder. (That's where all of our Kiddie Kandids photos are.) Partly because Rachel always ends up closing her eyes. (For the original picture day and again at retakes.) And partly because in this age of digital cameras, we take hundreds (and yes. . . thousands) of pictures of our kids throughout the year anyway. 

This year, Lifetouch offered an option to buy digital versions of the photos, which is all I've ever really wanted. (And just the digital version, not as an add-on to a package.) I looked around online and came across a promo code for $10 off. So I finally decided to order digital versions of the kids' school pictures, which were taken back in September.

Rachel was so excited about her picture. (Which is actually what prompted all of this.) Her eyes are open, and she is really smiling.  And she even did her own hair:


Lucy is usually our most photogenic child. She wasn't impressed with this one, but I still think it's great:


And here's my boy. My well-behaved, has-finally-figured-out-all-of-the-rules-at-school, and doesn't-call-me-every-day-after-lunch-anymore boy:


I suddenly love school pictures. I love the way they capture and freeze a moment in time, a moment that will later be gone forever and impossible to reproduce. I love the way they are taken with plain backgrounds and no distractions, focusing on the subject. I love the way the photos are framed exactly the same way, allowing us to  scroll through them on iPhoto and see the resemblances and differences in the kids' facial features. I love how they are taken once a year, every year, measuring growth and providing a standard for comparison. 

And now I wish I would have started ordering school pictures five years ago. 

11.12.2013

Long, Slim Shirts for Women

I've had a lot of people (more than normal) ask me about where to buy long shirts, so I think it's time for a post . . . 

My family moved to Vernal the summer before my ninth grade year. Cory Hunter, the sophomore down the street, asked my brother, Sam, what was wrong with my body. Why was my torso the same length as my legs??

So, they aren't actually the same length, but apparently, I have a freakishly long body. And I am now the unofficial expert on long shirts. 

Women's shirts were too short, so during my high school years, I wore mostly boy clothes. . . and by boy clothes, I mean men's clothes. Whenever shirts were being handed out (teams, clubs, etc.), I immediately went for the largest one, in hopes that it would be long enough. So there I was, six feet tall and 120-pounds, wearing big, boxy mens Large and XL t-shirts. It's no wonder I didn't have a boyfriend in high school. 

Eddie Bauer was the first company that I remember coming out with a line of tall clothes for women. But Eddie Bauer's clothes were (and still are, for the most part) far too wide and boxy. (Same with Lands' End.) J.Crew had a good line of tall clothes, but they were out of my price range, so unless I came across a lucky find at the DownEast store, I was stuck wearing boy clothes. 

After I got married, more companies started carrying lines of clothing for tall women: Banana Republic, Gap, and eventually, Old Navy. And then somewhere in the middle of all that, tall ladies everywhere we were blessed with a whole slew of modest clothing companies: Shade, Layers, Modbe, ModBod, and then of course, DownEast. (Plenty of other companies too, but I am leaving them out because I don't have personal experience with them.)

But rather than focus on making actual shirts, these companies spent most of their efforts on undershirts, to be worn as layers. As if all of these newly married Mormon girls were just dying to add another layer of clothing to their outfits. But as ridiculous as it sounds, it caught on, even with me. 

The world of layering was good and bad. Good because it made borderline too-short shirts wearable. And bad because I ended up adding another layer to every single outfit I wore. DownEast cap sleeve shirts weren't nearly as nice as the Layers shirts, but they were less expensive and I didn't have to order them through a representative. So I wore a DownEast Wonder Tee every single day as a layer under whatever other shirt I wore. For approximately five years. . . 

Once, I went to the DownEast warehouse store in Logan, and they were running a special where you could buy a bag of clothes. . . whatever you could fit in the bag. . . for ten bucks. It took me thirty or forty minutes to make it work, but I successfully rolled and crammed some 90 white Wonder Tee shirts into my bag. They were all technically "defective", but as undershirts, it didn't really matter. I shared with my sister, my sister-in-laws, my friends, and even my neighbors. And then I stashed 20 away for me. (I finally depleted the last of my supply some two or three years ago.)

Some of these "modest clothing companies" came out with limited lines of longer length shirts, but the selection was so small that you would often run into other ladies wearing the same shirt. (Actually, that still happens to me with clothes from DownEast. . . probably only an issue in Utah and parts of Arizona.) 

I still remember the first shirt (not undershirt) that I bought from Layers. It cost something like $40, which seemed to be a ridiculous amount of money. But it was long, lean, and feminine, with a decent neckline and an embroidered design to add some style. And then, sadly, after four or five years of being my very favorite shirt, it fell victim to the housekeeper plunder, when our bag of laundry was accidentally thrown out with the trash, on a trip to Arizona

As an unusually long-bodied woman, shopping for clothes and finding favorite shirts will never be easy. But these days, there are more options than ever before. 

Here are my tips: 

When shopping at a retail store, ask a sales associate if she's noticed any longer or taller shirts. That worked well for me a couple years ago at Express in the mall. I was directed to a whole rack of 3/4 sleeve, scoopneck shirts that were unusually long. So I went ahead and bought three. Which brings me to the next tip. . . 

When you find a great shirt, buy multiples in different colors. Steve likes to tease me about doing this. But it works. 

Sometimes I've been known to look at the bottom of a rack of clothes in search of a shirt that might have unintentionally been made longer

When shopping online, read the reviews. If you come across a few commenters saying that a shirt is too long, that's the one you want to buy. 

Shop for tunics. (They fit me like regular shirts.)

Many online retailers provide measurements of shirts. Scan through the descriptions and look for the longer length measurements (28" to 30" is a dream come true). The only thing to beware of is using this same tip when shopping for jackets. The length of the jacket might be long enough, but the sleeves are often too short. 

Be willing to spend more money for a shirt that fits you well. After years and years of wearing clothes that just don't fit, believe me, it's worth it. 

And along with that, here's my last tip: Shop at Nordstrom. There are very few retail stores that I can walk into and find a shirt long enough for me. (Most stores only offer their tall sizes online.) But I can always find clothes at Nordstrom. When Steve first went to Nordstrom with me, he kept losing me. He said he couldn't keep track of me because he'd never seen so many tall women shopping at one store before. They were there for a reason. . . Thank you, Nordstrom, for carrying longer length shirts in your stores!

Here are some of my favorite basic shirts, available in lots of different colors at Nordstrom. Every season, they come out with new colors and slightly different cuts, but these Caslon shirts are all a great length (about 28.5 inches long). The necklines on the v-neck shirts are too low for me to wear by themselves, but then again, I am a bit of a prude. 

Caslon 'Melody' Fine Ribbed Cotton Tee from Nordstrom:






There are some great basic short sleeve shirts available in solids and stripes at DownEast. (Online and in stores.) The neckline is just barely high enough that most people probably won't feel like they have to wear anything underneath and the material is nice and thin (but not too thin), making these shirts are ideal for hot weather. (They only measure 26.5 inches long, but they have a little bit of spandex in them and stretch longer when worn.)

Zenana Outfitters Short Sleeve Striped Scoop Neck from DownEast:


Zenana Outfitters Short Sleeve V-Neck Striped Tee from DownEast:


Here's an example of a great tunic find. I searched tunic at garnethill.com and came across this shirt. Not a tunic for me, just a perfectly fitting, long (28 inches), slim shirt (available in lots of colors).

Essential Scoop-Neck Tunic from Garnet Hill:


Last year, I was in search of some longer-length running clothes and closely examined all of the shirt measurements at REI.com. I ordered seven or eight shirts and hoped that a few would be long enough, but only ended up keeping one. After I saw a picture of myself, I realized I could never wear it again because it was so baggy at the bottom that I looked like I was pregnant. 

So then I tried Athleta.com which also posts shirt length measurements. I was excited to find that their shirts fit nice and slim. This is my favorite running/exercise tank. (Even though the measurements say it's only 24.5 inches long, the scrunching stretches down and hugs your waist, without riding up, so it's plenty long for me.)



Athleta.com is my current favorite line of clothes. And of course, they are also the most expensive. I haven't ordered this shirt yet, but based on the measurements listed, I might think I've died and gone to heaven. (It doesn't look very slim, but the tall size is an astounding 30 inches long.)



A couple of years ago, I finally switched from wearing cap sleeve shirts as undershirts to tank tops. It's unfortunate that it took me so long to figure out that tank tops are the way to go. I guess there was some irrational fear in the back of my head that I would need to remove my top shirt and would want to ensure that I was properly covered with my under layer. But it turns out that in all of my years of being a mother, I've never had to rip off my shirt to use as a tourniquet. . . and I can't come up with any other emergency situation that would require ambulatory public disrobement. 

Tank tops are ideal as under layers because they are less restrictive in the armpits, making them cooler, more comfortable, and easier to apply deodorant. (In addition to a long torso, I also have man shoulders. So cap sleeve shirts fit super tight in the armpits.)

My favorite was the DownEast v-neck tank, but they were discontinued after only about a year. I bought as many as I could find because I love the v-neck neckline as an undershirt, especially when wearing with v-neck tops. (I wore this combo for years, but nothing screams modest Mormon mom like a v-neck top with a white DownEast Wonder Tee underneath. As soon as I find a picture of me wearing this, I'll add a link.) And even though I love the necklines, the DownEast v-neck tanks aren't actually long enough in length, so they require a little stretching before I hang them up to dry.

I am open to suggestions in this area, but so far, I've been fairly happy with this super comfortable tank available in a plethora of colors from Athleta. (Except that they are so expensive that I've only purchased two.) The online measurements say they are only 26.5 inches, but after hang drying, they are actually more like 30 inches. 



Julia Child was once quoted, "Being tall is an advantage, especially in business. People will always remember you. And if you're in a crowd, you'll always have some clean air to breathe."

But in the meantime, good luck finding clothes that fit properly. Because it's not easy being tall in a world made for short people. 

11.09.2013

The Fourth of July. . . Because Everything on This Blog is Completely Out of Order Anyway

Part of me is glad that my friend, Saren, talked me into skipping forward with my blog to write about current happenings. And part of me has a really hard time with things being out of order. 

After I wrote about Halloween, I realized I never wrote about the Fourth of July. Any since everything is out of order already, why not jump back to July? So here it is. 

We intentionally missed our stake's children's bike parade, flag raising ceremony, and pancake breakfast. . . because we really just wanted to sleep in. (We were still recovering from our trip/trying to catch up on life.)

We were feeling like we had missed out on "summer" and wanted to spend the day at Pineview Reservoir:


So did the rest of Ogden. 

Seriously. . . all of the parking lots were full, and there were cars parked up and down the roads. 

Sherry and her family had gone up before us, so we met up with them: 


The girls swam clear out to the buoys, but Adam and Madey stayed close to shore: 


And Sherry's twins played in the sand: 


It was windy and started to look like it was going to rain, so we got everyone out of the water. 


And figured we'd go home before we got rained on. 


Of course, as soon as we drove away, the sky looked beautiful again. 


But it turned out that we had just enough time to shower and get cleaned up before it was time to take down the flags. It is supposed to be a Scout fundraiser, but sometimes the Scouts forget to show up.


I thought it was the perfect Independence Day activity, so I was happy to participate.


And by participate, I mean that I was the driver (and the photographer).


Then we hurried over to the baseball field, where we met up with the Philpots and the Trahers for our first Raptors game of the season. It was nothing short of phenomenal that we pulled that off because Fred, Audrey, and Sherry all come from big families. . . and the Fourth of July is a holiday. But I guess nobody could settle on plans, so a baseball game seemed like the way to go. 


It was nice and relaxing. . . possibly because we didn't have Mykaeleigh with us. 

I love watching the kids excitedly ask for autographs after the game: 


And I love how willing the baseball players are to sign their names for all of their adoring fans: 


 We love Ogden Raptors baseball!


Swimming at the lake, collecting flags, a baseball game, and then we watched fireworks in the stadium. I think we had ourselves the perfect little Fourth of July.

. . . . .

P.S. I should document this noteworthy conversation, as it took place when I was trying to set up plans for the Fourth of July.

Me: 4th of July?? Are we getting together? Or no?

Angela Ballard: Once we know when Angela is coming (dates) we could plan to go to Lagoon on the first day and then we could bounce back! Good idea? (Ironic, since Angela Ballard is the pregnant lady who didn't end up going to Lagoon at all. . . but that's not the point, so I will continue.)

Me:  Did you just call Angie Wirick Angela? I thought that I was the only one who broke the rules. . .

Angela Ballard: I try to always call her Angela. She doesn't care for Angie either.

Me: Whoa. #1 I never knew that you called her Angela. #2 Either? As in it's more than just keeping you two straight, you actually don't like being called Angie. . . ?

Angela Ballard: I thought you knew all that and just chose to do it your way. I never have liked being called Angie. And she doesn't really either. Once when I first joined the family she said she would go by Angie to help. . . It is what it is ;)

Me: So you thought I was intentionally calling you both names you didn't like??? It was just a year ago that I found out that you prefer Angela because that's what people at work call you. I'll try to switch :)

Angela Wirick: Angela and I always call each other Angela :). I think the Angela Ballard and Angie Wirick thing was my dad's rule. I answer to Angela Wirick, Angela Ballard, Angie Ballard, or Angie Wirick. It is all way too confusing. Also. Tyler just calls me Ballard and my friend Kierste only calls me Ang. This is an identity crisis for sure.

Me: I had no idea. I will try to switch to Angela for both of you. Steve calls you both Angie all of the time. . . so that's where I got it.

I told Steve that both his sister and sister-in-law preferred the name Angela. He just laughed and said something about Angie being a way better name, so that's what he was going to stick with. So apparently, he is going to intentionally call them by names they don't like. I am doing my best to use the name Angela for both Angies, but it's not easy after 12 years. Add that to the Kaleigh/Mykaeleigh switch, and I am dealing with some serious first world name problems.

11.07.2013

Halloween 2013

This Halloween was rather unusual in that the kids only dressed up twice. Well, they only officially dressed up twice. Our first Halloween party wasn't until October 30th, so that gave the girls all month to try out different costumes and change their minds about what they were going to be. Over and over again. 

Lucy really wanted to be Miss Hannigan. She practices on a regular basis, staggering around the house with an empty wine glass, singing "Little girls, little girls, everywhere I turn I can see them." (Like Carol Burnett in the movie, Annie.)

But Steve vetoed. 

A few days later, we were at DownEast, and the girls fell in love with a popcorn and french fries costume. They were rather strange, but the girls thought they were hysterical. I had a gift card and decided it would be better than Miss Hannigan. 

Then Lucy decided she really wanted to be Napoleon Dynamite. My mom gave the girls P.H.S. Physical Education t shirts last time they went to Idaho, we already have some boots, and I found a wig on amazon for only $8. I couldn't talk Rachel into being Kip, but she agreed to be Deb. But then the wig came, and the model on the package looked just like Rachel. We convinced her to try out the Napoleon costume, and she was the perfect Napoleon. Except that she didn't want to be Napoleon, and the whole plan unraveled. 

Then Rachel decided she wanted to be a chef. And then she decided she would be a Blimpie's sandwich maker. (All of these ideas were inspired by things we had around the house. . . I returned the other costumes to DownEast.) I honestly can't remember all of the other costume ideas we went through, but it seemed like the girls came up with a new plan every day. This is Eliza the horse, Rachel the princess, and Lucy the flight attendant: 


Which is how we ended up with this picture: 


Rachel was still distraught about what she was going to be. . . until I came across the Bride of Frankenstein costume I bought on clearance last year after Halloween. She loved it. Lucy was excited about being the Mad Scientist, and we were good to go. 


We found out fairly late in the game that we were going to have Mykaeleigh on Halloween. I looked for a black cat costume to go along with Bride of Frankenstein and the Mad Scientist, but instead, I bought these great pirate costumes at Costco:


Here are all four kids, ready to go to the Halloween party at Evergreen Montessori Academy: 


On Halloween, we went to the 3rd Annual Jefferson Avenue Halloween Parade, hosted by the Looslis: 


Look at all of those kids!!!


You can see how the parade has increased in numbers by checking out these posts that show the first parade in 2011 and the second parade in 2012


When we moved here six year ago, Chip and Tamara Anderson introduced themselves to us as the only other family with kids. (Their two children are quite a bit older; Sheyne is now a freshman in college.) I think Jared and Mindy Allen were the next to move in with their two kids. Tyler and Jessica Hollon restored the house on the corner and had a kid. Then, despite the warning from their realtor, Jared and Saren Loosli bought the house down the street, with their five kids. Paul and Sherry Traher bought a house a few blocks down. (But they are still on Jefferson, so we've adopted them as part of the neighborhood with their four kids.) At some point, we discovered Kent and Stacey Frampton down the street with their two kids. Matt and Angela Choberka bought the house next door to the Looslis, adding two more kids. We met Lavidia France, who lives in the town homes with her four kids. Miguel and Courtney Aguilar moved in across the street and had two kids. The Van Vliets bought the house next to the Art Center with their three kids. At the end of the summer, The Petersons bought the mansion down the street, adding two more kids (and the third set of twins). And last Sunday, we met the family who just moved into the Belle House next door. With four more kids. 

That's a whole lot of kids. And we couldn't be happier about the transformation that has taken place in our neighborhood. 

There are still a few houses left on our street, and I am always trying to recruit people to join our neighborhood. . . anyone, anyone?

Hmmm. . . maybe the Phipps? 


Next year I want to get some video footage of the parade. Pictures are great, but they just don't capture everything.


Then it was back to the Loosli's house for a bowl of Saren's Black Bean Soup:


I forgot to add something important. . . someone offered to manage the restaurant on Halloween, so Steve was able to join us. That's a pretty big deal and came as a very pleasant surprise. The only other Halloween that Steve has ever taken off was in 2010. (That was back when I was at my peak of being sick and was in desperate need of help with all four kids.) 

It was fun to have Steve help with the kids and I even talked him into dressing up. People always tell him that he looks like The Governor from The Walking Dead, so he figured that would be the easiest costume to pull off. 


It might have helped if he had a machine gun, but most people didn't know who he was. (Probably because most people don't watch Walking Dead. . . we don't.) But those who do sure got a kick out of his costume. Someone from our old ward posted this on Facebook: 


What about my costume? I was a horse. Of course. 


After the neighborhood party, we went trick or treating around Watermelon Park, visited Evelyn Zundel, and called it a night. 

The next morning was a little rough, and I'm glad that next year's Halloween will be on a Friday.