ghosts of Halloweens past

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October 31, 2012 by Heather

Every year when I was in Elementary school and October rolled around, my parents sent a note to school with me to give to my teachers asking if they could give me more harvest-related coloring pages instead of the ones with ghosts, jack-o-lanterns, and other Halloween things.

This, of course, embarrassed the folded down socks off of my little 2nd grade feet.

So while the other kids (my peers, if you will) colored the traditional spooky-yet-child-friendly sheets, my teacher would dig ahead in her filing cabinet of coloring pages to find me the ones with pilgrims and turkeys.  I specifically remember coloring a cornucopia at my little wooden desk and thinking, “What is this thing?”


For real though, what IS this thing?

I did not wear a real Halloween costume until I was in college.  For Halloween dress up day during middle school and jr. high, my mom bought my sister & me the same “costume.”  It was one of those costumes-in-a-bag that costs like 3 bucks at Walmart.  Tiger ears, a tiger tail, and (for some strange reason) a tiger-striped bow tie.  So every year we would wear a black shirt, black pants or jeans, a belt looped through the hole in the tail (tail hole? gross), and the ears and bow tie.  I think one year we used some eyeliner to make a black nose and whiskers.  Must’ve been feeling frisky.

As far as trick-or-treating went… well, I’ll tell you exactly how it went.  We’d put on our tiger ears, get in the mini van, and drive to this old couple’s house we went to church with and they would give us some candy.  Then we’d get back in the van and drive home.  One year we hit up two houses.  That might have been the same year we drew whiskers on our face.  I’m telling you, we got pretty cray cray sometimes.

We did not hand out candy to the other trick-or-treaters.  Mom made it a point to have the porch light off so they would know not to come knocking.  Little demon children.

It is funny to recall those memories now, but at the time I remember thinking it was so lame.  Looking back, I still don’t fully understand why my parents felt the need to protect us from what my mom once called “Satan’s holiday.”  I’m guessing it’s the same reason they blocked MTV and VH1.  But now that I am a parent myself, I completely understand the desire to shield my child as much as I can from anything vulgar or scary.  I know I can’t protect him from everything the world might throw at him, but I can try.  And I am so grateful my parents cared enough about us to want to do the same.  (I love you, Mom & Dad)

Now that I am all grown up, I openly and enthusiastically celebrate Halloween.  I love dressing up, carving pumpkins, and handing out candy to excited children.  This morning I made pumpkin spice pancakes.  It is my belief that every holiday should have its own personal pancake.  I have our trick-or-treat candy all ready to go by the door.  I sang the Monster Mash to Parker this morning while I changed his diaper.  Later tonight, the three of us plan to go egg all of the surrounding houses.  Just kidding.

I still have never been legitimately trick-or-treating.  Needless to say, I am already looking forward to next year when Parker will need my help making his candy-grabbing rounds in the neighborhood.  No one has to know that it will be my first time doing it too.  🙂


This is me without makeup on, & Parker just being cool as usual.


Pumpkin Pancake recipe here. A little cream cheese icing on top makes them extra special and delish.


“Glam-kins.” Nope, that doesn’t quite work like I thought it would.


In other news, Parker attended his very first basketball game last night.

Go team!

This picture was taken after the game and after his bedtime.  He seemed to enjoy watching all the action, but I am wondering if it was too much excitement for him.  He woke up 5 times between 9:30pm and 1:00am.  Who knows.  Could just be constipation.  I like to blame pretty much anything on constipation.  No one questions it.








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