Now that it’s almost Christmas it’s a fine time to blog about Halloween, eh? Eh.
I didn’t blog about Halloween last year and I just don’t think I should keep skipping it.
The boys were Jake from Jake and the Neverland Pirates. And Rosalyn was Izzy:
The kids wore these same costumes last year. And this year, when I asked what they wanted to be they looked at me like I was asking needless questions and matter-of-factly told me “Mom, we’re Jake and Izzy for Halloween.”
“I know, that’s what you were for Halloween last year, but each year you can be something different.”
Again, the stupefied looks. Then the statement: “No, we’re Jake for Halloween.”
Well, I didn’t fight too hard. The costumes still fit, and that meant I didn’t have to sew anything. Besides, I hadn’t even blogged about it.
No one wanted to be Cubby. At first I couldn’t figure out why, and then I watched the show for a moment and saw what they saw: Cubby is afraid of a lot of things. Nobody has time for that.
Our neighborhood has a Halloween parade.
Our neighbor friend’s costume was pretty smash-bang. I was really proud of his mom and her homemade handmade skill set. He’s a specific kind of beetle that I can’t remember right now, and she should design costumes for major productions.
But speaking about costume design, I’d like to publicly brag about my innovativeness (read desperation to not sew things-ness) and talk about those boots. I took brown adult socks and pulled them over their rain boots and then used yellow electrical tape for the little buckle. So smart. So so so smart. I told myself how smart I was about those boots quite a few times that night.
After the parade the the kids trick or treated together. The throng of young people parading back and forth excitedly on the warm night felt very cinematic to me, and I really enjoyed myself. I think they did too.
Oh, and my boys wouldn’t let me dye their hair black like Jake’s.
We ended up back home where dad was handing out candy, but he was making trick-or-treaters ‘earn it’ by drawing a small slip of paper with instructions on it, like “meow like a cat” and “tell someone you love them” and “talk with a British accent”. Then and only then, would he distribute candy. That’s what happens when you leave Nick alone with his thoughts on Halloween.
The kids sat on the porch and ate their candy – it was a really nice night.
Making her face into a Hershey kiss.
But, all that candy wasn’t enough, of course there was the church party – which was a trunk or treat. It went like this:
I made that Hook hat out of this:
Not too shabby, eh?
And the crocodile out of this. Thank you, good old Purdue A&D 106.
Oh, and while I am looking at pictures from last year’s Halloween, I love this one:
And this is a really long Halloween post, but this is more for me than you, so here are our Halloween cookersmoodles (the boys really laugh when I call cookies that).
Oh man, I just love the concentration on his face:
Below is my attempt at a witch, created with an upside down ghost shape, if you couldn’t tell. Oh, and we made the ghost shape by squishing a metal star cookie cutter around a bit. The kids started it when they tried to mangle that star beyond recognition. My mom and I just finessed it. Salvaged it, really.
Roz did less decorating and more consuming.
We got to make these cookies with Grandma in town.
Oh yes, and we did carve a small pumpkin:
You see the kids sketches there above – chickens. And then it turned out like this:
Not chickens. But that’s okay, this pumpkin liquefied into a puddle of mold the next day or two.
And that’s Halloween for you.
