Halloween is a holiday I love to hate. Or do I hate that I love it so much?
Here are the reasons I should hate it:
1) I have four girls. They of course all need different make-up, hair-dos, etc. (ok, so Lucy wasn’t such a huge deal this year but as you can tell by her skiwampus whiskers she did give me a run for my money). And then there’s the scrubbing faces and washing out hair dye after each festivity. Grace was in awe of the black bathwater when we washed out her black dye.
2) There are a lot of Halloween activities around here which kids think you really really really need to be dressed up for. So I have to do reason #1 a bunch of times.
3) What in the world can we do with fifteen pounds of candy besides fight with our kids over how much they get to keep? (And steal out the Kit Kat and Twix bars and feel guilty for eating them all).
the seriousness at which our one boy took Trick-or-Treating
while wearing some measly old costume.
He and his friends had so much fun though.
BUT I love the glow on my kids’ faces as they bounce around in excitement in their outfits. I love the Joy School Halloween program. I love listening to my kids trying to figure out what pumpkin they want to design this time around, and being together as a family as we carve them. I love watching them go hand in hand with best friends up to front doors to Trick-or-Treat. I love our neighborhood and how many great families and kids we see walking around as we fill up on candy. I love that Max was so easy this year because he doesn’t care so much about costumes and just pulled random masks out for each party and didn’t need any help. I even ended up liking hosting our annual neighborhood potluck (my friend who usually does it is expecting twins and didn’t feel up to it).
She was very specific that she didn’t want
to be some cutesy witch. But she insisted
that she wear cutesy glittery fake eyelashes…
At the beginning of the evening Dave announced how important it is that we stick together as a family for Trick-or-Treating. We had to laugh that every kid was in a different part of the neighborhood within a half hour. One of the culprits was our neighbor’s great hay ride (below) that a few of them rode around in off and on. Poor kids.
I love Halloween.