Day of the Dead

Ah, Dia de los Muertos.  Doesn't everything sound so much more poetic en Espanol?  This past Saturday, we braved the damp cold to visit Cheekwood and absorb some Latin culture.  

And to get our money's worth out of the Halloween costumes.  

Mostly, it's a chance for me to get my craft on, ostensibly while my children learn something.  

Sarah did work on a calaveras mask.

Will had a snack.

Seriously, will somebody deliver a memo to this kid that toddlers don't eat.  

I'm scared for how much he's going to eat when he's a teenager.

This mask has become her Sistine Chapel. She carts it around, works on it a little bit, adding color here and there.  She's a dedicated perfectionist, that one.

Kite-making was the hit of the day, mainly because it was indoors.  And there were sequins.

Twirling is a mandatory activity when sequins and streamers are involved.

Will decided to enter the thrilling threes a little bit early that day, so there was some drama.

Until we saw this.

All smiles

Thomas the Train just makes him so happy!

Sarah gleaned some fashion inspiration from these guys, and I totally wish that we'd seen them dance.  The peeps have been practicing some new moves to Gangnum Style, and you should see them shake it when Mike puts on the Tropicales music channel.

I don't have any pictures, but we toured the Scarecrows exhibit there as well.  I'm a big fan of cows and scarecrows advertised as "Out standing in their field."  Makes me laugh every time.  

We ended the day by making sugar skulls.  Will devoured his and tried to eat someone else's as well.  

Friendly Calaveras!

Naps were skipped, Las Paletas was coveted, and Sarah's weave fell out.  What a great day!