Pumpkinhead (another hopelessly outdated post)
Here is the requisite Halloween photo of our offspring.
Boo!
This is the best we could do this year, what with the sleep deprivation and constant whining and screaming. If Sally hadn’t got him the Curious George-pumpkin onesie, he wouldn’t have had anything Halloween-appropriate.
I know he won’t remember. But it seems that posting photos of your costumed kid to Facebook is one of the joys of parenthood. I must be missing the boat on this one. We’ll try harder next year.
- Simon-sized pumpkins (and squash)
I told Peter to get a “Simon-sized” pumpkin but there was some confusion. I meant proportionate to Simon — baby-sized. He thought I meant about the size of a baby — equal to Simon. The little green pumpkin is a Kabocha squash that we grew. That’s what I meant by Simon-sized.
pumpkinheads
We spent All Hallow’s Eve strolling around the neighborhood and admiring the house decorations and costumed kids. We were relieved to know that the kids here trick-or-treat at the proper time — after dark. At least Halloween wasn’t canceled, like back in Ringwood.
Our observations helped us establish some family rules for future Halloweens:
- No trick-or-treating until you’re fully ambulatory. (No wagons or strollers, unless they’re part of your costume.)
- No candy until you can pronounce “trick-or-treat” correctly. (No tWeats.)
- No sexy anything. (Even the boys’ costumes are all weird and muscle-y these days.)