A Very Hyrum Halloween

This Halloween included a visit to a local pumpkin patch, compliments of Auntie Sue. Hyrum was pretty much miserable the whole time, but I attribute that to the unseasonable heat and the fact that I was determined to dress him in a long-sleeved onesie with punkins-a-printed-on't. 

Here he is, poor little soul: 

We were ridiculously excited to dress up for Halloween this year. Did we mention that we're humongous nerds? We are humongous nerds. So much so that I made us matchy black cloaks last year so we could go as Aragorn and Frodo. A pregnant Frodo. See this photo as evidence.

Adam suggested a few times that I dress up as one of the actual female characters from Lord of the Rings and I was like, "No! I want to be a hobbit!" Because Adam is a good husband and will let me have my way like 99% of the time, he agreed to the cape and also let me put his wedding ring on a chain around my neck as part of my costume, and stood by and watched as I drew hair all over the tops of my feet with a stub of brown eyeliner, giggling maniacally the entire time.

Our dear friend Eric got in on the nerdiness by lending Adam one of his swords and by lending me his very own replica of Sting, which was the sword Frodo used in LOTR and it was the one that would glow blue when orcs were about. So, naturally, we broke open a blue glow stick and coated Sting in the goo for authenticity. I was dancing around the parking lot of our ward's trunk-or-treat in sheer glee.

Like I said. Nerds.


Anyways, fast forward to 2011. We were determined to get our offspring in on the nerdiness this time, so we dressed up as Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Hyrum was Dobby the House Elf.

It was one of my better costume ideas. Thanks to Julie for lending us the Yoda-ears, though they did make everyone think that Hyrum was just Yoda and I was like, "No, people, don't you see the one black sock?!" and then I remembered that no one would get it but us because we are HUMONGOUS NERDS.

Adam snapped two sticks off of an obliging shrub and we toted them around as wands. When we got to our first trunk, Adam pointed the stick at the nice gentleman sitting in the back of his suburban and yelled, "Expelliarmus!" The guy hesitated for a split second, and then threw a handful of candy at him.

It was awesome.

I loved the joke so much that I was yelling "Felix Felicisis!" and "Expecto Patronum!" out the window of our car at innocent drivers sitting next to us at a red light. When we passed a Hooters on the way onto the freeway, I pointed the shrub-wand out the window at the establishment and yelled "REDUCTO!" as we sped away.

Adam laughed until his scar hurt.

This last picture is compliments of my friend Ashley, who should win some sort of award for pumpkin carving bodacity every year.

The end.