As Halloween draws near, the great costume debate has been poked and prodded by my lovely wife and myself.  We've briefly talked about the subject a few times, only to move on to more palatable discussions.  Well, that might sound a little harsh, it's not like you're a sinner if you allow your kids to dress up.  They'll probably go straight to Hell, but hey, its for candy.  I kid! 

I grew up going to fall festivals at church and trick-or-treating around the neighborhood.  Then my parents went crazy with their extreme conservatism and we boycotted Halloween.  Instead of a night around the neighborhood, we packed up and went to a hotel for the evening.  I don't know if my parents planned for this side effect, but Halloween became to coolest holiday ever!  We played in the pool, ran around like, um...kids on a sugar high in the sauna and steam room, spent hours going up and down the elevators, and, of course, watching cable TV.  Ah, those were good days. 

Laura's parents allowed her to dress up and trick-or-treat.  No "hiding from the devil" in the Bostwick household. 

But now that we have our little one, we must start making-AHHH!- grown up decisions.  Do we dress up our little Garrett and risk people thinking we dabble in witchcraft?  Or do we sideline him from all the fun?  Oh, decisions!*

We'll keep you posted as we figure this issue out.  Until then, we will celebrate the fall.  Here are some precious photos of our precious son!

*No feelings were meant to be harmed in the making of this post.