I saw someones nine month old crawling on the floor at work dressed as a turtle, complete with plush shell on her back. So. Cute.

In other news, have a look at this article or this video.

We carved pumpkins! This week has been kind of nuts for some reason and we didn’t really even think about Halloween until Wednesday night. I cheated for the first time in my life, by drawing an outline on my pumpkin before carving it. It turned out alright, but I had to go and ruin it by trying to put Moses on there.
Here’s Bret looking angry at his pumpkin while Moses looks on with interest.

And to break up the potential monotony of these monster photos, here’s a list of crazy costumes I’ve seen at NuSkin so far:

• A man (I think it’s a man, it’s hard to tell though) dressed as a Ninja. Complete with Ninja stars and super legit mask. I don’t want to get trapped in the elevator with it again
• A manhole. His actual head (complete with construction helmet and neon safety vest) was popping through a manhole which was guarded by raile hovering 2ft above his shoulders.
• Someone wearing a giant white binbag posing as “white trash”
• Crazy scientists complete with steaming test tubes
• A super legit luigi holding a 1up

And since it’s Halloween I thought I’d compose a list of things that I am periodically semi-irrationally scared of:

• Being chased up sets of stairs
• Seemingly empty underground parking garages at nighttime
• Showering in the dark
• Hugh Hefner. Just kidding. The undead-but-should-be-dead in general
• Hairdrying my hair in an empty house
• Getting in the car at night and seeing a stranger sitting in the back seat
• Getting something out of the fridge, closing the door, and someone appearing in the space the door was previously blocking from view
• Someone appearing in the medicine cabinet mirror when I close it
• Heber C Kimballs experience in the flat on Fox Street

While we’re on the subject of gay marriage…Chun Li is potentially up for some marital martial arts.

Firstly, I would hire a broker, learn how to invest, and play the stock market so I could turn my $1M into $500M. So the real question is, what would I do with $500M. Boo-ya.
1. Pay some serious tithing
2. Try and reform the quality of care social services offers, start quality orphanages, create global programmes to jumpstart education and provide a safe and healthy environment in which children can be encouraged to take life opportunities, give free homes to anyone caring for a kid with special needs or has suffered a fatal tragedy in the family
3. Give mine and Andy’s parents money to tempt them to retire and do whatever they fancied – buy entire libraries, serve missions, whatever. Along the same lines I’d pay off mortgages for close family members, make uni savings accounts for my cousins kids and any kids of siblings/sibling-in-laws, and take care of any health bills family had
4. Use my cold hard cash to buy a decent political agenda for Washington. HA just kidding, I’d run for president, HA also just kidding. I would actually just buy a fertile island somewhere sunny where Andy and I would eat pineapples all the time so we could ignore politics when we weren’t globe trotting over every continent
5. Settle in a nice home somewhere out east when we got too old to globe trot or entertain or maintain our Sandy Island and continue buying Nissans and shopping at Costco so our money wouldn’t run out before we served missions. The perk of this life would be hiring a chef who would find some way to make vegetables delicious to Andy
If I could have a number 6 (since I obviously adhered closely to one dream per bullet point…), I would buy a pygmy lion. I would have the latter genetically engineered as it doesn’t exist yet.

Bret, pulling up his sleeve to glance at his wrist: “Oh look at the time, I need to break up with you”

Since I posted last year about wanting to put an owl on my pumpkin and actually ended up carving a fairly standard affair, I decided to post another picture of pumpkin design I am incapable of carving. It’s phenomenal. I will pay you $5 if you can carve me this pumpkin. Only joking, $5 = lunch at Rice King, so that’s not really worth it. Andy might do R2D2. I might do an AT-AT.

We laughed, We cried

It’s hard to look after other peoples kids when they’re Nash’s age because he talks a lot but we can’t understand what he’s saying – it winds him up pretty bad. I imagine Liz & Steve know what he’s saying, but neither Andy or I are fluent in Nash-Babble.
Haven was harder to get pictures of than Nash. Everytime Nash saw my camera he’d yell “PICTURE, CHEESE!” and do this triangle-mouth smile for the shot. Haven hasn’t learned that trick yet.