Oliver adores Halloween. He always has.
His favorite show when he was 2 was Scooby Doo – and his very first crush was Daphne. And I let him watch it because he adored it.
Everyone told me that it would cause him to have nightmares, but really, what child doesn’t have some nightmares, and he
loved the idea of the boogey man.
Granted, I did have to sweep the room before bed to check and make sure the boogey man had gone home for the night, but really, nothing unmanageable.
Anyway, not the point (which I am getting to, I promise..
Because Oliver loves Halloween so much, he’s convinced his sister that it is the best holiday ever, and since she would really like to be able to follow him around like a puppy dog (and occasionally does, literally), it wasn’t very hard.
So every year we’ve built upon our Halloween decorations.
3 years ago we got this frightful tree thing. I’m not really sure if it’s supposed to be a wicked witch or a tree monster, but I like it. And it cackles whenever someone walks by (or when the sun sets, or the wind blows, or all the time really.. and it took Bean almost 2 weeks to find the source of the cackling after I put it up..).
2 years ago we started the graveyard in the front. Now we have about 12 tombstones, and yes, they fall down all the time, but I love the fact that they look better when my grass isn’t mowed, so I get to be
lazy creative.
Last year we got these bone wind chimes that shake whenever they hear a sound - or at least they do when the batteries are good.
And inside we have spider web curtains and table cloths, and pumpkin candle holders and a spooky candle tree for the mantle.
I love it.
Our new additions this year were some cauldrons (hanging from chains above my bar so that Bean can hit his head on them every morning while making me coffee) and Oliver’s favorite:
I’m really not sure what it is. Maybe the Grim Reaper?? Maybe a Zombie. Maybe just a spooky skull guy in a black cloak..
No idea.
But he’s hovering in our front window ready to scare the shit out of you whenever you walk up and belatedly notice him. (or when you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and see him out of the corner of your eye when your husband is working and you’re home alone with the children..)
Anyway.
We have fun at Halloween.
This year there’s a Harry Potter theme (which we've done before, only Oliver was a super cute Harry Potter and Tallulah was Hedwig - seriously, it was the cutest thing ever!!).
Tallulah is going as Hermione.
Oliver is going as a dementor.
I am going as Professor McGonagall.
Bean has to work.
Last weekend the kids tried on their costumes.
Tallulah looked very sweet in her get up.
Oliver looked hilarious.
For starters, the mask is too big.
Second, the cloak is too short.
And third, the ghoulish dementor hands that he had to have?? Those he can’t get on without an assload of pulling and straining on my part.
So I told him he’d have to wear black pants with it.
His response??
Or no pants.I was howling.
I don’t know if you guys have read Harry Potter, but a dementor does
not have pasty pale, scrawny little legs.
And that’s not even mentioning that parts of the cloak come up to his crotch.
Perry has them on Halloween. Since he refused to trade with me.
So he can have fun taking Hermione and the Pants-less Dementor out Trick-or-Treating.
