Baby's Birthday Bash and the Haunted Mansion

In anticipation of BBB, we decorated the house with all my favorite decorations. Thankfully they did not freak Baby and Brother out too much. Rebecca did a beautiful job of decorating our Musketeer shrank. The ghosts and skulls and lights all looked so beautiful and creepy. The giant scarecrow had so many funny and inciteful sayings. The wicked witch of the west looked so realistic and creepy and said "Ill get you my pretty". The Dancing skeleton did his song and dance to "Im a super freak/super freak". The Maudlin skeleton guy said his funny sayings and every time I went by him I thought he was a person. The skull on a stick was our one continuously active decoration. My batty bat that sings "you spin me right round baby, round round like a record baby right round round round" was relegated to the garage for repair which never happened so hes still out there. The babies had their door knockers and door bells to play when they walked in to the garage. The lighted skeleton had his legs given back to him by my resurrection powers with the light bulbs. The cool foggy skull was fun to have in the kitchen. I have stored all those crazy decorations for years and I was so glad we could get them all out, set them up and enjoy them. I sure am grateful for all the work the kids did to put them up and how efficiently they took them down. I hope Baby and Brother had a good time in the Kennedy's Haunted Mansion. We need to play Halloween Hide and Seek asap when the Babies come over again. We can always find the glowing hand and turn off the lights. Hopefully Diana will not hide with one of us.

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