I’m not big on Halloween.
It’s not that I don’t like it, I do. I like the mischief and the scaryish moments. It’s that the planning drives me bonkers. And then there’s always this big letdown – months of planning and costumes and tweaking…..and then it’s over. Bags of candy and streaky makeup.
My kids were all about it, though. Understandable.
The other thing is that we’ve actually never lived in a neighborhood, so we don’t have the picturesque doortodoor smiley waving neighbor situation, and so trick or treating entails getting in and out of the car multiple times and rearranging costumes and making sure no friends or relatives miss out on cute costumed kids.
It’s a lot of damn work, and the only candy I get out of it is candy I steal from my kids.
SO NOT WORTH IT.
So we decided to take matters and deal with them creatively.
It was decided that we would buy our own inappropriate amounts of candy, build a bonfire, roast hotdogs, make s’mores, and generally party it up in our own backyard instead of bothering other people for candy we might not even like (there’s always those people who hand out those black and orange wax wrapped…things).
Ava even decided she still wanted to dress up. She was Katy Perry.
At the outset I was a little worried – worried I was stealing memories or some such. I mean, I know I cherish my fall festival memories of sitting on a table at church, manning a game.
But it was awesome. Seriously. Max and Josh were very manly and coordinated the bonfire, and Ava, Lucy and I supervised.
We did some pumpkin bashin’.
Lucy ran and ran and ran.
And as much as I was afraid of warping their childhood memories, I think these are going to be good ones.
This may become a yearly occurrence.
I also ate four s’mores.