I realize I invest an inordinate amount of time and energy into Halloween. Between the pumpkin patch, the parties, the scarecrow festival, the neighborhood parade and oh yeah–trick-or-treating– it is a month-long celebration chez nous.
In recent years, Halloween has come close to trumping Christmas as my favorite holiday. The only reason I can’t quite admit to this is because of the whole Jesus thing. Because he is, after all, Jesus.
The biggest letdown after Halloween is putting my decorations away. To add to the ambiance, I went on a dusting strike all month and I even scored a few cobwebs in the process. I have decided it is such a pity to wipe away a month of hard-earned indolence that I may just hold off until after Christmas. By then, it may just resemble a lovely layer of snow.
But the real story of this Halloween?
Jamie and the great pumpkin. He finally carved his award-winning beast on Monday.
But then came the question: what would he carve? A traditional face? A creative picture? A funny saying?
Obsessed, anyone?
P.S. To those inconsiderate folks who scheduled school pictures the morning after Halloween: evidently you think sugar-crashed children with orange hair and black fingernail polish are in vogue….
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. 