|The boys making Skeleton Gingerbreadmen.|
I will be upfront and honest that Halloween has never quite been one of my favourite of holidays. Growing up I was frightful watching films like It and Freddie Krueger. Do not get me wrong, I love a great Alfred Hitchcock film, but willingly watching something I know will scare me is not my cup of tea. The last time I was in a haunted house I was a freshman in high school and I remember pushing my friend over so I could run out after something had jumped out at me with a chain saw. Two years prior I had worked at a Haunted House on base, which was more enjoyable but ended up slipping on fake blood and breaking my arm. Needless to say I do not harbour a strong appreciation for attending scary houses on Halloween. Growing up in Europe, though surrounded by americans on the military bases, I had a much more subdued versions of Halloween than the average American growing up in the United States. There was one year that my sister and I could not get a pumpkin, because they had sold out so fast at the commissary on base. Not wanting to be deprived of the seasonal festivities, we took apples from the kitchen and carved them instead. You may be thinking if that is even possible, and while they may not have been very pretty, they did the job at least.
From as far back as I can remember, my mum had this rule where my sister and I could not dress up as anything scary. I remember being 6 or 7 years old and wanting desperately to be Glenda from the Wizard of Oz, one of my favourite childhood films. Despite my persistence in the matter, I was turned down on the fact that even though Glenda did ‘good’ magic, she was a witch and that was classified under the ‘What Not to Wear for Halloween’ category. I loved dressing up all the same and that has become the one thing I really enjoy about the holiday. My partner on the other hand, has grown up loving the holiday and has a mother whom on every Halloween dresses up like a scary witch and hands out caramel apples to the neighbours. Once we had kids we had to see how to start new traditions with our family. While I still hold onto the ‘no scary costumes’ rule, we have allowed some halloween decorations to enter our house. This year we even had a one of the shelves on our bookcases dedicated for all the Halloween crafts that the boys made. Since Ronan and Maddox both love cooking (and eating!) I picked up a halloween cookie recipe that we did together as well as watching kid cartoon films based on the holiday like Garfield and Scooby Doo.
|At Church playing games for Hallelujah Night.|
|Veggie Bangers and Chips with Orange Squash for Supper.|
|Maddox making Handcuffs.|
|With the lights out we sang, ‘Shine Jesus Shine’, one of my favourite songs.|
|Ronan linking up his bracelets.|
For our family we ended up squeezing in two different actives on Halloween. I picked up my boys from school and as soon as we got home I quickly made them sandwiches for tea while they got changed out of their school uniforms. We lefts straight away to walk to Lindfield where we attend church on Sunday. It is about an hour walk, if I go at the boys normal walking pace, but it is a beautiful walk that we enjoy together. Ryan joined us from the train station, after getting out of class, and we attended the Hallelujah party at the church for the evening. The boys got to do crafts and games and enjoy a yummy supper of bangers and chips with orange squash to drink. Afterwards there was glow sticks, singing, fireworks, and a chinese lantern was lit into the sky. We had a really nice time, despite how tired the boys were from school already. On our walk back home I had the boys change into their Halloween costumes, and we went trick or treating at a few houses that were participating in the evening and one pub had candy out for the kids to take. I think the boys were a little disappointed that their candy bounty was quite a bit smaller than years past, but with everything we fit in for the evening they had a lot of fun. I really enjoyed just being together as a family and watching the smiles on my boys’ faces. A smile is precious and nothing is more priceless for this proud mummy of two.