Slight confession here: I don’t really like Halloween. I’m not even sure why, but somewhere past the age of 12, I just sort of started avoiding it. I don’t really like the idea of dressing up: it seems like more work than it’s worth. Scary movies and spooky decorations aren’t really my thing either. At least there’s candy…I will take the candy.
Problem is, once you have a kid, you can’t boycott Halloween anymore! How could I deprive Evelyn’s childhood of trick-or-treating?? After all, I really did love Halloween as a kid. We lived in the country, so my dad would drive us around from house to house. Yes, drive. Several miles, sometimes. It seems kind of silly to think of now. But the upside was, nobody living out in the boondocks got many trick-or-treaters, so we’d literally get handfulls of candy at every house, ending the night with grocery bags (I’m talking big brown paper bags) full of candy!
So even though Halloween is not my favorite holiday anymore, I’ll still get in the spirit and stick a pumpkin on my step. I’ll hot glue some antennas together and doll Evelyn up in the cutest little bumblebee costume, ready to head out on the town for a night of trick-or-treating!
At 17 months, Evelyn’s toddler is really starting to show. This is kind of how the night went (if you imagine Evelyn could speak in full sentences):
“I want to ride in my car.”
“I want to walk on my own.”
“I want to get candy from this house.”
“I don’t want to talk to any strangers.”
“I want to talk to ALL the strangers!”
“I want to push my car.”
“No, I want to push the TOP of my car.”
“I want to run down this driveway by myself.”
“Why’d you let me fall down this driveway all by myself??”
I can see this is only a glimpse of what’s to come. 🙂
Jokes aside, we had a pretty good time, and I do sure love seeing all the little ones dressed up in their costumes. I’m going to relish these years before Evelyn starts rebelling against Halloween herself. Tantrums included.