Oh, to be so tiny that your daddy has to watch you to ensure that a pumpkin doesn't roll over on you.

Daddy decided to play some punk music on the piano while he and Ari waited for trick or treaters to ring our doorbell. The look on Ari's face says it all.

Ari is wearing a tulle skirt and sparkly shoes--imagine red Dorothy shoes, except in cream--though they don't show up very well in the picture. Mommy keeps trying to think of other occasions where it makes sense for her to wear these shoes--after Labor Day, no less. But alas, there are none, so they sit idly by, waiting to be gingerly packed away when she can no longer wear a size 2. In this picture, Ari is at the 50th percentile of height and weight--the perfect child. (OK, we'll stop making you sick now.)

We enjoyed our outing to the pumpkin patch with Grandma and Grandpa (Mommy's parents). We had a nice dinner at a farmer's market, and strolled around in the cool night air.

Obviously, Ari enjoyed dancing with Mommy a lot better than "jamming" with Daddy. (Yes, that's a tiara in Mommy's hair, but we know who the real queen of the house is.)