Monday, October 31, 2011

Halloweeeeeen

No, Australians DON'T celebrate Halloween. I get the feel that they sort of think it's a ridiculous holiday.

Which it is.

But it sure is fun. Now, I admit it's silly and unhealthy and commercialized to death, and I'm not all gung-ho about it like some others (we're talking haunted houses in the basement, wired doorsteps with swooping ghosts, giant spiders dropping down from trees on unsuspecting trick or treaters, a whole storage room full of decor, etc.) But I do like me some spooky treats and a good costume party.  Here's the gang:

True to form, the US Embassy put on an all out bash with games, food, reptiles, prizes, etc and the kids had a ball. I like how they're each allowed one friend - makes for a nice community outreach opportunity. Here we are with Ambassador Bleich Elvis.

 Kids got to pet goanas, lizards, huuuuge snakes, long-necked turtles and a baby croc.
 Mummy wraps:
They created a ridiculously freaky haunted house that probably scarred some of our guests - I couldn't get over how good it was! They basically transformed the whole Embassy into a spook alley. It was huge and long and awesome and they loved trick or treating through it.

Our ward also did a fun little Trunk or Treat in the parking lot with prizes. I set up a Touch Table with some pretty nasty specimens. It's amazing what a little label on a covered box can do. People were super grossed out - it was perfect. Unfortunately, I was running around like a chicken witch with my head cut off and didn't snap a pic. But for any of yous wanting ideas for a future party...

Embassy touch boxes all fancy in black
Various boxes were filled respectively with: corn kernels, dried/wetted date (or slimy mango pit for bigger heart/liver), dried pineapple/papaya, cooked/peeled sweet potato, cooked cauliflower head, honey/corn syrup, oiled soft spaghetti (add pumpkin pulp for extra yuck), dried bananas, withered celery sticks, wheatbix/cereal, peanut butter, dried apricots, craisins/cornflakes, peeled grapes/olives, oiled tortilla.

The kids had a disco the Friday before which called for "fancy dress." A bit hesitant due to my previous "disco" experience (posted here) I abstained from going all decked out in sequins and sash and boy am I glad. Everyone was in Halloween costumes! Lost in translation again there - who'da thunk "fancy" meant "costume" but maybe as a Catholic school they didn't want to officially host a Halloween party? Fortunately Kenna got a last minute heads up from her friend and we just called Annie a Dancing With the Stars participant.
 
 (Side note: if an Aussie does dress up it's strictly in "spooky" costume. That's one thing I missed and in fact, my favorite part of Halloween: those impressive and imaginative costumes that are in no way frightening. Anything from a family dressed as Wizard of Oz characters, to a horse, chinese person, ipod, or mailman - the world is your oyster and it's so much fun for the ultra creative/crafty. Bless my mom, one year we were unpacking from our move to Utah and I was a spool of thread, my sis was a box of cheerios, my brother was a pack of bubble gum and another sib was a giant kleenex box. Awesome.)

I hear certain neighborhoods even host trick or treaters - you have to look for decorations though. So I guess Australians sorta celebrate Halloween. Either way, it was a good one. So good, in fact we didn't even try real trick or treating and even got to bed at a reasonable hour! Poor Kenna was desperate to get a trick or treater though, waiting behind the door, masked, w/ treats, but her cute signs didn't lure any in. (Just something you gotta deal with always living in a circle off the main neighborhood roads - oh well.) We did miss the friendly camaraderie of all the neighbors milling up and down the streets chatting as kids trick or treat, but we'll get that back again in a few years. :)

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Views From the Kitchen Sink

I won't say it's my favorite spot in the house, but it certainly is the spot I find myself in most. 

The kitchen sink. At least it provides some pretty good views.

new air-popper is a crowd pleaser
belt check: secure
note the innovative backwards technique
the thrill seeker and his apprentice
7 am: "Can I water the strawberries?" I could eat. her. with. a. spoon.
"Comfy throne. Holding brother's hand. Watching this flashy TV thingie? I could get use to this!"
Chores and sibling love is hard to beat. But when I turned around to this one, I caught my breath. Has YOUR husband ever come home from Costco with 15 dozen eggs?? For those of you too tired to math it up: that's 180 eggs. Um... yeah. He now knows that eggs have an expiry date. And I now know, eggs are freezable. :)


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Hen Sitting

Over the break, we shared "chook-duty" over at the school with a friend and what a kick!


Summer ate it up (real chickens beat Peek-a-Boo Barn chickens anyday.) Treasure hunting for eggs in the mornings was a fought-over task.



In the words of Miley Cyrus "Ain't nothin' better than farm-fresh eggs for breakfast!" Seriously, look at those beauties. Freshly laid, plucked warm from the roost - they were delish.
 Can you tell which ones were fresh and which were store-bought??




Saturday, October 22, 2011

A Day at the Beach

 Ahh, the beach. Took a quick day trip with friends over the break to breathe in some coastal air.









Couldn't leave without stopping by our favorite, "Pebbly Beach" where we were greeted by a variety of friendly parrots.


Summer scrunched down in distress whenever they landed on her head, but the kids could've stayed in the parking lot another hour I'm sure.





 Down the path there opens up this beautiful stretch of shoreline where mild-mannered, wild kangaroos live beach-side.



(Being there sorta makes me feel like any minute I'm going to see giant Teletubbies peek out and dance around those green rolling hills. So idyllic.)

 



(Gotta love taking pics of cute Sum-Sum in her oversized "emergency" outfit. She got carsick on the winding mountain roads to the coast...)
 
See the joeys peeking out of some of these pouches??

This had to be an old grandpa roo. Big, bony and real slow.
 Of course the boys were too busy sword fighting in the waves to be distracted by the wildlife. :)