Tonight we took our first ever visit to Night of the Living Farm at Deanna Rose.
We went as little blue communists. Brainy, Papa, Smurfette and Clumsy. I earned my name as soon as this photo was finished, tripping backward over a pumpkin.
Papa Smurf's waiting for the hayride... the SCARY hayride.
Smurfette loves being scared.
Our costumes were so low-effort this year--hats ordered on Ebay, sweats from Wal-Mart--but we were a real hit at Deanna Rose. We even saw church friends at dinner and at the other "not scary" hayride. Brainy Smurf was mortified.
Deanna Rose was a spooky place. Just look at the fog over the lake, and the ghosts doing a Samhain ritual around the cauldron. Whooo-ooo.
People kept jumping out at us. Lorelei cracked up every time into hysterics.
She did look just a bit scared at the haunted barn...
... until she was making an acquaintance with all the spooks. That girl can't get enough friends.
We went on a scavenger hunt deep into the dark woods by flashlight, and stumbled upon a fairy godmother. The kids told her their wishes, and she assured them they would come true. When we passed back by her again, Lorelei stood a mile away waving crazily until the fairy saw her.
I knew Papa wouldn't sport a beard, but I was amazed he kept his Smurf cap on all night! Perhaps because it's his favorite color, red. Or because he has a Papa Smurf obsession--he carries a little Papa everywhere he goes. Literally. Everywhere.
I loved the dance party. I hopped up on stage with the kids, and all of a sudden there was a mad rush of others just waiting for us to break the ice. I can dance a bad High School Musical. Or maybe I just think I can.
Best costume award goes to...
The kids had their hair sprayed blue.
And L had her face painted like a cat. She loves cats. G refused to have his face painted. "Uh, no way!" he said.
Yo-ho yo-ho! It be a pirate boat race, me hearties! L won the first race the pirate way--with a bit of cheating. G won the second race fair and square. Both won with the #3 boat.
We heard Native American stories about the moon.
And ended the night with a visit to the fortuneteller. Apparently our kids are the next Food Network stars. They didn't look too thrilled with the prediction (though they are constantly cooking something with me, and Gryffy especially loves the culinary arts).
We love Deanna Rose Farmstead, and can't wait to make this a tradition every year!