Miss Kennedy's First Halloween

As much as I tried not to like it, I have to admit that Kennedy looked pretty stinking cute in her little Longhorn cheerleader costume. Although I'm fairly certain she could have been dressed as a lump of coal and I still would have thought she looked cute. :) Oh well.

After taking it easy around the house today, we went next door for dinner with Granny Jo before the big kids went trick-or-treating. Every year she does a Halloween dinner for the kids full of spooky foods. Tonight we had eyeball (meatball) sandwiches, blood (tomato) soup, witch's fingers (breadsticks with an almond for the fingernail), brain juice (iced tea with floating cauliflower), and graveyard cake (below). She always goes all out, and the kids love it! I can't wait for Kennedy to be big enough to get it.

After dinner, Josh & Tanya (Nacho Libre & Incarnacion), and Granny Jo (witch) took Guillermo (Jason), Cameron (a scary skeleton), Catalina (a green pixie), and Noah (Chicken Little) trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, while Dave and I (Todd & Sarah Palin) hung out at the house with our very sleepy girl.

She was a trooper, though - she hung in there until the festivities were over and we made it back home, just in time for bed.

Happy Halloween everyone!!

Our little pumpkin

We took Kennedy to a pumpkin patch at a nearby church this week to take some pictures to commemorate her first Halloween. But since I kind of let time get away from me and we waited until the week of Halloween, most of the pumpkins left were ugly and/or rotten. Seriously slim pickings. So there were only a couple that were even worth photographing, and even with just the few shots that we got, I still managed to come home with rotten pumpkin goo on my sleeve. Klassy.

Special thanks to Steph & Matt for the super-cute pumpkin hat and onesie!!

Where she got the blue eyes...

So our little girl still has blue eyes, and it looks like they may stay blue. Weird, right? Both Dave and I have brown eyes, so it is only natural that we imagined our children with the same. In fact, it is still surprising sometimes to look at her and see those big blue eyes looking back. I think that other people must find it surprising as well, because we are often asked whether we have blue eyes in our families, and the answer is yes - we both do. Dave's great grandfather Quintanilla had blue eyes, and my sister Amanda has them, along with several others in my mom's family.

And for the record, I have never seen our mailman close enough to know what color his eyes are.

We got to visit with Amanda and Zak when we were in town for OU/Texas, and after one look at this picture, I think you will see where Kennedy got her blue eyes:

Hanging out with Aunt Panda and Uncle Zak

OU/Texas weekend

This year for OU/Texas weekend, we loaded up the car and headed north, along with thousands of other Austinites on their way to Dallas for the big game. Unfortunately, we were not among the lucky fairgoers with Fletcher's Corny Dogs, I mean tickets to the game, but we did get to spend some time with friends and family while we were there. And of course, Kennedy's first Red River Rivalry couldn't go by without a little wager between Mom and Dad. Usually the bet is that the loser has dish duty for a week or something along those lines, but this year we upped the ante a little bit. Let me first say that I felt pretty confident going into this year's game, which should have been a giant red flag, given my normal luck. However, I didn't heed that warning, and instead agreed that Kennedy's Halloween costume would be a cheerleader for the winning team. I was imagining the cutest little Sooner cheerleader you have ever seen when... crap. I didn't think they could do it, but those darn Longhorns won. And I had to buy this:

As if that weren't bad enough, when we got back home Sunday afternoon, I walked in from the garage and this is what I saw:

Courtesy of our next-door neighbors (aka Dave's sister and her family). Seriously, guys?? :) I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, since I am constantly getting grief from his whole Longhorn-loving family. And I have to give credit to our neice and nephews, who were responsible for this little surprise - their signs were EVERYWHERE - in cabinets, drawers, the washer & dryer, under lampshades and toilet lids, on our bedroom ceiling, and probably in some places we haven't even found yet.