For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved Halloween. The turning of the seasons during the first couple weeks of October, even in California, are some of the most lovely of the year. I think of family, warm delicious meals and cozy evenings bundled up by the fireplace. I’m pretty sure it’s my favorite.
Even though our summers have extended quite late in the year, the rituals that come with the end of October are just so much fun. We visited three different pumpkin patches and I’ve roasted (and burnt) two batches of pumpkin seeds, but we finally got to carve our pumpkins and wear our costumes.
The rain decided to grace our poor, drought ridden state right smack on the one day that we actually have to be outside, on the one day that my kids actually care about what they are wearing. It was fun for them despite the cold and wet, though. They were excited to greet the people at their doors probably more than getting the actual candy. Each and every time, Beau would chime “Thank you! Happy Halloween!” several times while walking away with his loot.
Seeing all of the children gleeful in costume is the most delightful thing.
Gone are the days of cuddly, sweet costumes for Jack.
Evvie went as Bambi, and Theo was too freaked out by the costumes to join in the fun.
Now we’re faced with the task of candy disposal, which either means it’s tucked into a secret stash for me, or it gets donated, or I just throw it away after they’ve had a few pieces. I’m still at a loss for how to handle that appropriately, especially now that Jack is getting old enough to know, but I’m learning.
It’s nice to just sit back and really enjoy them in the prime of childhood for a single solid day. (Especially on a FRIDAY!)