Sam and I haven’t ever really been “into” Halloween. Each year has had it’s own reason. Before we had Bella, we lived in Southern California and I waited eagerly with candy and the porch lights on to welcome all the kids. Instead, I ended up with several childless, grown men holding their backpacks open and saying, “What’s up?” plus a few teens who picked through the candy like a buffet.
The year Bella was almost 1, we had just moved and I dressed her up as Tigger and took her to our mom’s group for their Halloween party. However, October in Colorado is freezing, so we didn’t do anything else.
At nearly two (in the picture above), we’d just moved to El Paso a few months prior. We also didn’t know the neighborhood well. Her, Sam, and I carved pumpkins then dressed her up in a Halloween shirt and went to our own post-Halloween party.
Her third year? I don’t even remember. Isn’t that terrible? I have no clue. I think my parents were out visiting, we realized it was Halloween, and pretty much skipped the whole thing. We thought at that point in the year she’d have brothers to dress up with her, and our plans for adoption had fallen through as well. I was a hot mess.
So that brings us to this year. This year we decided to go all out. Carve pumpkins, go to a pumpkin patch, buy a costume, trick or treat around the neighborhood, and attend a Halloween party. We didn’t do any specific Halloween decorations, but we’ve got some autumn-themed ones, and some lite-up pumpkins, which give it just the right touch of fun.
Then the other day, I mentioned Halloween to Bella and she asked, “What’s that?” I explained that we’d dress her up, go around to the homes, get candy, and give it out to other kids who came to our house as well. We’d carve pumpkins and roast seeds, and get to meet new friends.
Her eyes almost popped out of her head.
“I get CANDY from people? And it’s not my birthday?”
Bingo. Sums it up perfectly.
Diana blogs at Diana Wrote about her life with a daughter here and three sons in heaven, life as an army wife, and her faith. You can also find her work on Liberating Working Moms, She Reads Truth, The New York Times, Still Standing Magazine, and The Huffington Post. Smaller glimpses into her day are on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.
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