Halloween a.k.a. my month-long party is over.
Well, month-and-a-half-long party if you count back to mid-September when I put out the decorations (much to Jamie’s dismay).
In the end, we had really easy costumes: Bode wanted to be a firefighter (again) and Haddie opted for a bat. I simply resurrected the bodysuit from her kitty costume last year, found a pair of butterfly wings at the thrift store that I spray-painted black, styled her hair into bat ears and had Jamie make her a mask.
Cheapest Halloween ever.
We participated in our neighborhood’s annual parade and the procession was led by a fire truck, perfect for the little firefighter himself.
And hung out with our neighborhood besties.
It was the first year the kids really got into trick-or-treating and wanted to venture beyond just our block.
Because they figured out more houses = more candy.
I did not approve of Haddie’s choice to be a bat and cringed every time she made me do online research about them. She wanted to be a “mean bat” and was repeatedly annoyed when folks would comment how “cute” she was.
Bats are not cute, people. They are creepy, scary and ugly.
I mourned when I took down the decorations and lamented to Jamie, “Now that Halloween is over, what do I have to look forward to?”
Jamie: “How about Christmas? You know. Jesus‘ birthday.”
Oh yeah. That.
Ever wonder where my Halloween obsession comes from? Checkout my parent’s house in Calgary:
That picture is not even including the blow-up giant pumpkin on their lawn.
And my brother Jade’s “Duct Man” costume this year.
Still searching for an explanation for this one.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 