Halloween has never been my favorite holiday, particularly during the years of feeling like the only child free home on the block. However, George absolutely LOVES Halloween. He decorates our home with the gusto of Clark Griswold at Christmas. Our house is the only one on the block complete with a kitschy graveyard (I swear that thing MUST go when the babies are old enough to know what it is, but for now I let him do it.), spooky lights, and large silhouettes of a witch and cat highlighted with a strobe light. The neighborhood kids seemed to appreciate his kooky spooky decor and came by the droves. We always seem to underestimate how much candy to buy. I always start out overly generous, giving several pieces to each little spook and by dusk realize it’s just one bite size piece per kiddo. I think we had 400 pieces this year and only gave out two per kid, which means we had about 200 little spooks come a knocking.
Despite my lackadaisical attitude towards Halloween, it was much better this year with our four to dress up. It will be even better when they can join in the festivities. I already have grand plans for next year’s costumes. I just hope Aunt CiCi is up for the gig! Perhaps Halloween will become a beloved holiday for me one day.