On Halloween, we dressed up as two pieces of toast.

We went out to West Hollywood with friends. I haven’t asked them yet if I can blog their pictures, but here is another cute photo of Gavin as a piece of toast.

Proposition 8 was running around scaring people.

We saw Marvin the Martian,

a whoopie cushion and Gumby,

two Trons and the lollipop guild,

James Bond,

a mummy with white platform shoes,

an AT-ST Imperial Walker,

a voting machine,

a Coke bottle,

a person who was not insane,

Trans-Am stewardesses,

a lego man,

a zombie who wished he could eat our friend’s brain (“but I cannot because it is encased in safe plastic”),

a fellow warning that the end was near-ish,

Smurfette,

and the peanut-butter-jelly-time banana. He was walking along side us, singing and dancing and shaking maracas.

He found another banana and asked, “Excuse me, do you know what time it is?” The other banana did know. It was peanut butter jelly time, and they sang about it together.

We also saw Ernie and Bert.

At Dad and Sandy’s house Christmas afternoon.

Christmas Eve and morning pictures with Kathy and the kids are posted here and here.

Our oldest’s elf got braces.

Gavin’s robot’s display screen started working.

I hung ornaments on my tree.

Kathy asked for a big green dollar sign with “The DHX” stitched on it. I think she might have been half-joking. But that was a fun one to make.

Youngest wanted a little ying-yang sign — like his mom’s — to replace one of the letters of his name.

Every year I add a little something to the stockings. This year, I made a bead face for Gavin’s robot, and I’m working on instrument panel buttons and a read out for the display screen.

Happy Thanksgiving! (This is last year’s turkey.)

Here’s a poem for today by Marge Piercy: The Art of Blessing the Day (via).