Halloween could easily be my favorite holiday if not for all the creepy bits that come along with it. There are few things that bring me so much joy as dressing up my children in ridiculous costumes. If I could get away with it, they’d be in full costume on a weekly basis. Also high on my list of things that make me happy is seeing Jason in an embarrassing ensemble. Halloween = winning.
Around mid October, we made our annual trek to the “Coldest Field In England.” While this may not be scientifically accurate, I swear the Undley Pumpkin Patch is a solid 20 degrees colder than anywhere else. Every year, I dress for a blizzard and every year, I am still on the verge of frostbite. Since I get slightly cranky when cold, this was a quick visit. We let Lena pick out the pumpkins this year and as you can imagine, it was quite the process. She may have picked up every gourd in the patch at some point. The girl is thorough.
I made everyone pose for pictures, as I do, and luckily they humored me and actually smiled. Aksel with his tongue sticking out might be my favorite picture of him to date.
We ended up only carving one pumpkin and I completely forgot to get a picture of it. I also forgot to roast the seeds and they got moldy. So I sort of let the ball drop on the pumpkin portion of our celebrations.
Luckily, I had been browsing the internet several weeks before and saw that someone was selling a handmade duo of costumes for a steal. And that is how my kids became Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Aksel wasn’t quite as thrilled about dressing up as his sister who begged to wear her dress the entire month of October. She also requested that Daddy be the Grandmother and because Jason is a sucker, he totally did it.
At the last minute (like five minutes before we walked out the door), I realized I could throw together a costume and be the Woodcutter so we’d all be coordinated. So here we are as we walked through the village to a Halloween party.
Jason and Lena took home awards for Best Costume (two years running baby!). Aksel passed out about 5 minutes into the festivities. And I took an unreasonable amount of photos of Jason in this hideous outfit in between nearly tinkling myself. When he first came downstairs, Aksel screamed bloody murder and tried to claw his way out of the room. Poor kid. It’s all part of the fun of Halloween though, right?!