So, oddly enough, I’m not really into Halloween. I really loved it as a kid and had some amazing costumes sewn by my mother. As an adult, though, it just felt…silly. I’m not into costumes and dressing up, especially with the choices available off the rack for women these days. Sexy Ladybug anyone? Um, no thanks.
Since having kids though, I am so excited for Halloween every fall. Maybe it is living in places where it is actually fall and you aren’t sweating under your Halloween costume (I’m looking at you, Phoenix). Maybe it is having the pressure to find a costume being taken off the table because I have kids to get dressed up. Maybe it is the fact that I finally get to charge the “candy tax.”
This year was especially fun because Olivia, at age three, is now really able to understand the holiday and participate. She helped me set out our Halloween decorations on the first of October, asking about each piece and figuring out that it was all pretend and fun instead of scary.
Then, on the Sunday before Halloween, we carved our pumpkins. First, we practiced our scary jack-o-lantern faces.
Then, we pulled out the pumpkin guts. Olivia was grossed out, so I did the honors.
Some of us just observed.
Dada was in charge of carving.
We ended up with one happy pumpkin and one sort of manic pumpkin. Heh. I’m not sure which is which in this picture.
Once the pumpkins were taken care of we just had to wait for Halloween to roll around. On Thursday, Olivia goes to preschool and she had a celebration and Halloween parade with her class. All the kids looked super cute in their costumes, but our little bumble bee was the cutest.
Of course, our little kitten was just as adorable.
After waiting for what seemed like forever, Dada arrived home from work and O could head out for some trick or treating.
Poor Tim and Olivia. It poured down rain all day and night on Halloween. Tim carried her up and down our street under an umbrella and she got LOADS of candy because a) she was so stinkin’ cute and b) our neighbors knew they would have a ton leftover due to the rain. Those two still had a great time, singing and laughing under the umbrella together.
The coolest thing about Halloween here in St. Louis is that you don’t simply get candy for saying, “Trick or Treat!” If you’re old enough, you have to tell a joke to get the candy. Because we are new to town and because Olivia is still a bit young to tell jokes, our neighbors took pity on us. It was a lot of fun hearing them from the few ghouls and goblins that came to our door.
Here’s my favorite from the bunch:
You know who?
Voldemort is dead, you can say his name now!
Harry Potter jokes, people. They warm my heart.