The Tinfoil Strikes Back

It was an unwieldy costume. He couldn't sit, eat, bring his hands together in it. He had a very hard time going up and down stairs or balancing the helmet on his head. But it is what he wanted to be, and he had a blue light, and he got many, many, compliments, Skittles, and Reese's cups. I give you... R2D2.






Molly didn't mind being Princess Leia, sans honeybun hair, and was very psyched at the whole go-up-to-a-house-and-they-give-you-candy thing.


But she couldn't understand why they wouldn't let her into the POOL!

New Molly video montage

I will make one for Alex, I promise, I'm not trying to show favoritism. It's just that they take more time than I have in an evening, especially when I still have to make a papier-mache R2D2 head. I hope you guys like it.

Gift cards

It's the season of selling gift cards to raise money for Alex's school again...many of the major chains are represented. Let me know if you'd like any for gifts or personal use.

Kidveos

We captured Molly's "donut" moments:

And Alex built a cool domino run:

Love is...

... donuts, according to Molly. This is Josh writing. When one of us says, "I love you Molly," and then asks her to tell us she loves us, she says "donuts." I'm sure she's not actually trying to say "donuts." She doesn't know what donuts are. So what is she saying? Don't know. It sounds like "donuts."

...slamming on the brakes when your grandson wrecks his bike right in front of you on the Virginia Creeper Trail. Papa Jeff did that a couple Saturdays ago and paid for it by flipping over his bike's handlebars and breaking his wrist. Since then he's had a cast put on and surgery -- the finest health care available in eastern Tennessee. We hope.

...coming home after a law conference in RTP, dog tired, and listening to Molly scream about "biscuits" and "houuuse!" while your husband flees the room to go post on a blog.