Tonight we had a great time as usual at Emily’s house for Beggar’s Night! Well, everyone but Sophie that is. She had to pull a few Diva tricks and act like she HATED wearing her chicken costume and HATED being in her stroller and ya da ya da, but we still managed to have fun! Since she was such a grump, this is the best picture I got of her last night in her chicken suit:

I promise you, she was totally adorable! But you’ll have to take my word for it! Joshua and Kate, however were ALL SMILES:

Sammy was the Poisoned Apple to Kate’s Snow White, and he was the most scrumptious apple ever!! I wanted to eat him up!

Ok, now on to the stuff you REALLY care about!! MY EYEBROWS!!

Well, I am pleased to announce that it hardly hurt at all! Seriously! It was NOTHING! I got all worked up over nothing, basically. So, I am dumb. But we all knew that already, so let’s move on and see thems BROWS, mmkay??? Here is the new, improved version:

You can see the before picture here. No more hairs underneath where they should be and no more creeping towards the middle! Yay! And here’s my new haircut:

Take a good look, as it will never look like that again, ’cause I CANNOT flatiron it like that. But I am VERY happy with the cut! Now everyone in the Dayton area, go visit my stylist Janelle and tell her I sent you! She is awesome! She totally kicked booty on the brow wax!

I have lots more great photos of Beggar’s Night that I’ll share on my Weekly Winners post this week. Have a great weekend!

Every year since Kate and Joshua were born, Jenny’s family has come over to our house for trick-or-treating. It’s one of my favorite yearly rituals! We’re gearing up to do it once again tonight, and I’ve been thinking about how much our kids (and our trick-or-treating experiences) have changed over the years. And as I was going through pictures, I realized how much Jenny and I like to recycle costumes!

In 2004, Kate was six months old and Joshua was eight months. Here’s Joshua all decked out, hanging out with his daddy:

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t find a picture of both the kids in their costumes, but here they are later that night:

(Oh, hi, this is Jenny, I found a pic of them in their costumes! Kate was a bug! So cute! Ok, now back to Emily!)

For their second Halloween, we got them all dressed up again and handed out candy at our house (those were the blissful days when they didn’t yet know what candy was). Here’s my cute chicken (this costume will be put back into circulation tonight!):

And Jenny’s cute turtle:

In 2006, we finally introduced Joshua and Kate to trick-or-treating. I will never forget the looks on their faces when they figured out exactly what was going on! Here they are going up to the first door together:

After they gathered their loot (note Joshua’s costume – you will see it again!):

Kate’s costume that year was some serious recycling! Here’s a throwback picture of me and my friend Karson – I’m wearing the same clown outfit Kate’s wearing in the picture above. My great-grandmother made it, and it’s been worn by my sister and cousin as well.

The next year, we added (or Jenny and Bobby added, I guess) another kid into the mix (costume handed down by my friend Marianne):

Since Joshua was still obsessed with Thomas, Jenny saved some $$ and broke out that costume once again:

Tonight will be round five. I am so excited… it is unbelievable to me that already so many halloweens have passed and our kids have grown up so much.

Frankly, I’m still not sure how Jenny and I went from dressing up as California Raisins (note to self: find pictures of that!) and hitting the streets to wrangling FOUR kids of our own into their costumes.

When did we become the grown ups?

Tomorrow I am going to do something that I’ve said on many occasions that I would never do unless it was absolutely necessary.

I’m going to get my eyebrows waxed.

That’s right, I’m *cough* 31 years old and I’ve never had my eyebrows waxed. I’ve never even plucked or tweezed a single hair. Why? Because up until now, my eyebrows have been perfect specimens. (Are you buying that?? Cause it is not true.) The truth is, I am a major wimp. MAJOR. Low pain tolerance, scared of everything, just plain wimpy. So, I declared that I would never pluck, tweeze, or wax the ol’ brows until they became the ol’ BROW, singular. Even though my hairdresser tried to get me to let her wax them every time I got a haircut. I would not bow to the peer pressure.

Then last week, I looked in the mirror, and I saw this:

Those extra hairs sprouting out there towards the middle are NEW, and I don’t like them. And now, since I’m the editor at Blissful Style, and I have a reputation to uphold, and I need to at least fake like I’m fashionable, and since I have no desire to look like the Wolfman, I’M GETTING THESE BABIES RIPPED OFF!

And I’m TERRIFIED!! Seriously, are any of you available at 12:45 tomorrow to be there and hold my hand (AND/OR administer me an epidural?? Cause I really want one!) Emily won’t do it since she already blew off work yesterday. Talk about a fair-weather cousin. Sheesh.

While I am there, I am also going to get my hair cut, because I haven’t gotten it cut since, um, July, and as you can see in this picture, the too-long-too-thick-out-of-shape MOP look isn’t really working for me. (Although I think the goofy face really is.)

So there you have the “Before” pictures. As soon as the bleeding stops, the swelling goes down, and the stitches come out, I’ll be sure and post the “After” pics!

Pray for me!