The demon barber of Fleet Street

Ryan and I were Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett (the Tim Burton version) for Halloween:

We got to dress up for Mandy's (Ryan's sister) annual Halloween party. Mandy and Charlie were Ms. Hannigan and Daddy Warbucks. Here's Mandy along with a pretty good Sarah Palin. You can see Charlie sitting in the background:Ryan's cousins Dave and Matt and their wives were the gang from Scooby Doo. I like Rebecca's glasses:
Ryan's brother Sam was a Chia pet. And in this picture I guess he's a Chia pet pretending to play the saxophone:

We got to dress up again the next night for our ward Halloween party. This time the kids joined in:

Ryan pointed out that it might not be the best idea to base our costumes on an R rated movie for the ward party. A lot of people didn't know who we were supposed to be. Some thought Ryan was Edward Scissor Hands, which isn't too far off. In the past whenever Ryan or I have been in a costume the boys are a little wary of us, but it didn't seem to faze them this time. Not even Charlie.

Sequoia

Last weekend we went camping up in Sequoia National Park. I don't know why we've never been there before. It's not as far as I thought (maybe three hours?) and home to General Sherman, the most massive (but not the tallest) tree on earth. We did have to brave some very windy (as in twisty, not breezy) roads. Here are the boys with the tree further back in the distance.

One of our objectives on this excursion was to see how well the boys (specifically Charlie) would sleep in a tent in 30 to 40 degrees. Charlie did about as well as we expected, which wasn't great. I tried to keep him in my sleeping bag but that was too crowded and Charlie couldn't get settled. Ryan had to start a fire in the middle of the night and sit with Charlie to get him to sleep, and then when he finally was asleep we kept waking up to make sure he wasn't freezing. He didn't like wearing his hat.

We had smores of course.

The box behind my head in this picture was where we had to put any food/scented items so the bears wouldn't get them. I have to admit, I was a little paranoid about the bears since there were signs and warnings about them everywhere we turned. "If you leave something as small as chapstick in your car the bears will break the windows to get it." or "Don't even use toothpaste to brush your teeth or the bears will smell that and come after you!" Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but not by much.

The other objective was to catch a fish. Ryan has taken the boys fishing a few times and hadn't had any luck. We drove up to Hume lake but didn't have any nibbles, so we headed over to another lake that we thought we could hike to. We found out that we would have to hike three or four miles and we didn't have enough time or energetic enough kids (or moms) to do that. Luckily we found a teeny little stream that had a few teeny little fish in it.

Success!

Here is a video I took, barely missing the action. My favorite part is when I yell, "Uuuuuh!".

Alex and Benjamin both managed to catch a fish so our work was done.

I almost forgot! We also had a celebrity sighting. We saw these two brothers at our campsite's bathroom.

And they were wearing these same outfits! Just kidding. Drew Lachey was washing a dish in the sink and Nick Lachey poked his head out of their rented RV. Exciting stuff.

Happy birthday to this guy:

(His birthday was actually on Thursday, and I tried to post this but blogger was being funny.)

If anyone is curious, this costume was inpsired by one of Val Kilmer's disguises in The Saint.

A great pumpkin

Lest anyone thinks I've gone and become a groupie, I haven't forgotten the boys. Last week Benjamin's preschool class went to the pumpkin patch. It's always a fun place but the weather that day was in the 90's so it didn't feel very autumnal. I usually let the kids roam a little and climb on the haystack for a while but I was in a hurry to get home and out of the heat.

Charlie looking for llamas.

Benjamin's pick.

thanks for all you've shown us

Tuesday night Ryan was kind enough to escort me to fulfill one of my childhood (okay, teenage) wishes. We went to see Weezer in concert. We were a little self conscious about being too old for something like this, but we saw a few other gray hairs there. Most of them belonged to parents who were chaperoning their kids. I had never had floor tickets to a rock concert before, so I was also a little nervous about mosh pits and crowd surfing (see? I'm old). Ryan urged me to move in as close as we could (we eventually got about 20 or 30 feet from center stage), which I was surprised at since I thought he would be claustrophobic. We were smashed in but weren't quite close enough to be in danger's way. I only saw moshing during one song (a Nirvana cover). Ryan said he saw some in a few other songs, but he's taller so he can see a lot more than I can.
We waited patiently through the opening bands and then Weezer fully lived up to my expectations. It must be the geek in me that connects to their music. They just have a happy vibe, especially compared to the band that came on just before them. Near the end of the show they had a bunch of people come onstage and play whatever instrument they specialized in for a few of their songs. Accordion, cowbell, electric cello, clarinet, whatever. It almost made me wish I had kept up on my clarinet skills from 6th grade.

Can you find us?

(I took these pictures from weezer.com- just giving credit where credit is due)

I told Ryan I'm so glad I married someone who would can enjoy something like this with me. He likes Weezer too, but I was especially glad when they did a Pink Floyd song. Just for Ryan.

This ends a recent trend of concert-going for us. I had decided earlier this year that we needed to take advantage of living near L.A. and go see bands/performances that we might not get a chance to see if we lived somewhere less populated. We crossed a few off our list, and now we need to be more diligent at saving our money. Sigh. It was fun while it lasted. Maybe if Weezer is still going strong in ten years we can take Alex to a concert.

Thank you Joel for introducing me all those years ago. I am forever in your debt.

Here is a Weezer song for those who are unfamiliar:

Carved out of Caring, Fashioned by Fate

When I was growing up I liked whatever kind of music my older siblings liked. Running in the Family got a lot of playtime on the huge stereo in the living room. Somehow though, I never saw any videos of Level 42 songs. Until now. I just came across one the other day while wasting time on the internet. I don't understand it at all, but I find it amusing.

More questions

From Alex: "Do frogs have eyelids?"

From Benjamin: "Would a spaceship fit in a movie theater?"