Friday night was our ward's "Trunk or Treat" and Primary Halloween party. We both looked forward to it all week. That really says something about our social lives, when the highlight of the week is a children's party! Collin was Batman (well, actually more like Bruce Wayne with a Batman cape, since he had come straight from work) and Rachel got more compliments on her costume than any more elaborate ones she has ever had. She even had people come over to her and say, "Oh, my sister told me I had to see the 'Magic Eight Ball!'" Too bad we can't be this creative and cheap on a costume with those results every Halloween!

Today was the "Parent Talk Sale" down at a church in Needham. We had heard our friends talk about it ever since we got here. From them we got the idea that this was THE event of the year for those with kids or expecting one, and not to miss it. We thought we might check it out after fulfilling our assignment to clean the church. We got there right in time to line up for the bag sale and soon the line was stretching a block or so down the side walk behind us. The volunteers came down the line and sold bags for $10 each. Anything that we could stuff in the bag was ours for that $10 fee. Rachel was sure that one bag ought to be sufficient. After all, we really don't need anything more for the baby. . . .
The anticipation mounted as the time ticked closer to 11:30. Then the doors were opened and we became part of a mad rush for the door and the best baby equipment items. Inside there were stacks of books, toys, clothes, strollers, high chairs, baby bath tubs--everything! And all in pretty great shape, too. We ended up going home with a jogging stroller (an Eddie Bauer--with shocks!!! Collin was super excited about that) for $12.50 and two bags crammed and a little overflowing with other soft baby books, clothes, toys, and other random stuff that "might come in handy," and a tennis racket. Don't ask about the tennis racket. I have no idea.
It was all rather exciting and doing all that digging through stuff to grab it before someone else does left us both hungry. Since we were already so far south, we decided to find a Haitian restaurant in Mattapan/Dorchester that we had been told about. So we made our way closer to the city (without a GPS, using only maps!! And a Haitian's vague directions!!) and found Bon Appetit. There Collin got enough rice and beans and deep fat fried pork to satisfy him for a little while. Rachel recommends the marinade (fried dough with spices).