Halloween morning presented the perfect opportunity to finally carve our pumpkins. The chill of the pumpkins’ cavernous innards was nicely tempered with the persistent warmth of the kitchen wood stove. The floor was awash in pumpkin detritus.
A modified Dorothy costume made its way into our Halloween festivities after all. This was for the best, I realized; it would have been waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too cold to wear any configuration of it Trick-or-Treating and still have it recognizable as Dorothy.
The Boy also enjoyed the festivities. Pumpkin is a widely accepted “first food,” right?
This Unicorn, though lame, lame by our usually-high “Halloween-is-Handmade” standards, was nonetheless very warm and pink and exuberant. In hindsight, it was a tremendous luxury to spend the time preceding Trick-or-Treating not scrambling with the final stages of costume production. It was uncharacteristically low-key this year, which was just what we needed, considering it was also the first weekend spent at home in a long, long, long time.
The Boy Who Was to Be a Chili Pepper was in fact too big to be a chili pepper and instead went as Brown Bear. Never mind that this is his normal Going Outside warm outfit, at least for the next 10 minutes, until he completely grows out of it.
After Trick-or-Treating, we hopped aboard a Haunted Hayride, where we spied a spooky Headless Horseman, then warmed ourselves with s’mores, popcorn, and hot chocolate by the bonfire. I could tell you that it was a great Halloween, just what we needed this year, but I think Errol says it all. We were worn out, but happy.