...Clara actually really liked her Halloween costume, this face was more of the "I-only-took-a-30-minute-nap-and-momma-just-plopped-me-here" variety.
(You can also see what our yard looked like two days post-Hurricane Sandy. And what Charlie's "what the hell?" face looks like).
I was jumping up and down to try and make her laugh/smile/not vomit. I think Charlie was patting her on the back to say, "It's OK. I swear mommy's not crazy. Maybe sometimes."
"It's OK. When she's committed, I'll take care of you."
Thank God she stopped jumping. Where's the candy?