Flower and Flour and Jack-O-Lanterns

I was on the computer and Jake said, "Mom, I am a flower!" I turned to find this. He has part of Alisa's costume on his head. Lovely Flower.

When our house was fumigated, we accidentally left some pinto beans and some flour uncovered in the house, so we had to throw them away. I am very slow at throwing anything away, unfortunately. I get this from my dad. If our washer or dryer broke, we'd get a new one and move the old one to the basement to "fix" it later or use it for parts. I remember the second time our washer and dryer broke. I think dad switched out the oldest ones in the basement for the more recently broken ones. Who knows what ever happened to them? Dad? 

I digress. So I had this bucket of white flour (which I try not to use, but you know, sometimes wheat is just not the same!). Alisa started burying her hands in it while I was making dinner. Prior to that, she was whining at the door and clinging on my leg, so I was happy for her to take a little dip in the flour. I came out a few minutes later to this mess. Whole contents emptied. Probably about as much as in one of those big bags (between 5 and 25. The medium one. LOTS.). Why did I think it was going to stay in the bucket?

Tonight for Family Home Evening, we carved Jack-O-Lanterns. Jake and Alisa were totally grossed out by the slimy insides, so we got to do the fun part. They both loved it when we lit them and turned off all the lights and sang "oooh, oooh, this is Halloween!" just like I always did with my fam growing up. 

Jake is looking rather Jack-O-Lantern-esque, if you ask me.

We could hardly keep her off the table-especially once they were glowing.

This was in the dark (flash does wonders).

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, This Is Halloween!!!