
Last night, Brent and I dressed the kids up to go and visit a few friends (since Brent is going to be gone on Halloween.)
Hudson is a little frog and he loves to hop around and roll on the floor. Don't ask me why he does the rolling on the floor part, like I said, he's a frog not Fido--but whatever. He'll occasionally ribbitt and stick out his tongue to catch a frog. I'm glad he likes his costume. He about over heated in it because he doesn't want to take it off.
Dalanie happens to be the cutest little duckling. (I don't think any parent ever wants their child to be the "ugly duckling.") Once and awhile she'll move her arms enough to pass for the flapping of wings, but that's about as good as it gets. She prefers squawking over quacking and sitting over waddling.

Oh yeah--Brent "
gets" to be a scout for Halloween. More like he HAS to be one since he is attending a scouting/leadership course this week. None of us are real excited about this "
opportunity," but this too shall pass. When he accepted the call as YM president in the ward, it was conditional upon his compliance to attend this course. Since we don't turn down callings, he kinda had no choice.
Wood Badge is offered 5 times a year but since the other ones are during the summer, they weren't much of an option. Personally, I think he makes an adorable scout.
Last night, a gentleman in the ward came to our home for the Friends of Scouting drive. I informed him that I wasn't really a "friend of scouting" at this point in time, but Brent pulled out the check book. Come on. I'm about scouted out. Scouting for Food, Friends of Scouting, and husband stealing Wood Badge. (I know, I know. Den mother here I come.)
Which brings me to what I'm going to be for Halloween. A witch. And I don't think it will take much dressing up or acting.