Halloween is my least favorite holiday. I hate scary things. I hate candy. I hate dressing up and coming up with things for my kids to wear. One year, I even failed to get a pumpkin before they were all sold out. Sadly, we were forced to settle for Halloween gourds that year. I kid you not.
The children were pretty good natured about it, because they know and accept how Halloween-impaired their mama is (I do waaaaay better with Christmas and birthdays, I swear).
E. actually liked his gourd so much that he fell asleep clutching it.
Most years, though, we do manage to do pretty well with at least the pumpkin carving part of the whole Halloween deal. That generally requires some help from my sweet brother-in-law, who is really good at making jack-o-lanterns. But when Uncle Ray doesn't help, well, our carving generally ends up looking something like this - from last year.
This year, my two middle children will be at their Dad's for Halloween - different neighborhood in the same town. Lots of trick-or-treating there, and the kids are very excited about it. My eldest and my youngest children will be with Jon and me, visiting in my hometown of Bell Buckle, TN on the big night, which is an absolutely great place to celebrate Halloween. Here the kids are with their cousins, getting ready to hit the Bell Buckle candy trail a couple of years ago.
And speaking of scary things, Halloween - before we go with/send our kids out trick-or-treating - marks a good occasion to revisit where the registered sex offenders reside in one's own neighborhood. I, for one, am utterly creeped out that the idea that people like these guys live within a few blocks of our house. Scary. And of course, these are just the ones who have been arrested and/or bothered to register after being released. The real numbers are probably way higher.
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