In Which We Have Way, Way Too Much Candy

Happy Halloween, everyone!

We stayed home at the apartment to pass out candy. Since we had a grand total of 10 trick-or-treaters come by, this means we bought one bag of candy per trick-or-treater. Since we now have 9 1/2 bags of candy left over, I will be forced over the next few days to test whether or not it is possible to die of massive chocolate consumption.

Woe is me.

Connor was a moose for Halloween. Well, he wore a shirt with a moose on it, anyway. He doesn't go for hats, (that's my excuse, anyway) so you kind of had to imagine the antlers. I didn't make much of an effort in the costume department this year. At any rate he was cute, but that's not really a great accomplishment for him since he's cute all the time. He did have fun snuggling while we waited for kids to knock at the door, so the evening was overall a success.

Major, major work was completed on the house today: all of the carpet is now stripped from the house, (including the horrible glued-down industrial carpet in the kitchen) the master bathroom has been gutted, the ceiling is gone in the kitchen, the framing has been removed in the former closet and pantry area, and all the doors that will be widened have been stripped, among other things! Basically the only room left intact in the house is the guest bathroom, which looks kind of incongruous surrounded as it is by stripped rooms. The hardworking crew stayed at the house all day; they even brought pizza up so they wouldn't have to leave to get lunch. One of Jer's coworkers on leave from Afghanistan came to visit, and he thought they'd been working for a couple of weeks instead of a couple of days!

There haven't been any nasty surprises yet; just a couple of cracked tiles on the roof. We're glad that the house seems to be pretty solidly built. We've also met the neighbors, and I'm happy to say there aren't any nasty surprises there, either. Actually I'm pretty sure we moved into a street transplanted straight out of Mayberry. In the immediate vicinity of our house we have-- and I'm not making any of this up-- a librarian, a state representative, a nurse, a retired air force pilot, a couple with small children Connor's age, and a woman who loves to garden. I swear the neighbors were handpicked for us. We'll be filling the role of "neighborhood eccentrics," since that position doesn't seem to be taken yet.

I'm still half-convinced this whole thing is just a really, really good dream. A beautiful house taking shape by the day, a great neighborhood, and copious amounts of chocolate?

Seems too good to be true!

~Jess