Holidays can come and go around here without leaving the slightest trace that they ever happened. The past few years we’ve celebrated holidays with the same friends and learned that with a little determination and a lot of effort, you can throw together a janky little party that somehow works out to be pretty special. I guess it really is the people that make the party and not the other way around.
This year when Halloween rolled around we found ourselves in a new country. The friends we usually celebrate with were in a neighboring country and the hubby was traveling which meant it was just me and the boys.
At this point I should mention that I love Halloween. Not the “hang creepy decorations and wear inappropriate costumes” kind of Halloween, but the “pumpkin carving, candy corn eating, friends coming over for chili, adorable costumes and kids trick- or-treating in the neighborhood” kind of thing. Love it.
And don’t think for one second that my boys have not inherited that trait.
The one thing they wanted to do this year was go trick-or-treating. Problem is, the folks in these parts don’t really go for the whole “trick-or-treating” thing.
We opted for a Halloween family fun night and in-home trick-or-treating, if you will.
The day started with jack-o-lantern pancakes, which has become somewhat of a tradition around our house. Breck ate breakfast in his underwear which has also become pretty much a daily tradition.
In my former life, all the boys had personalized trick-or-treat bags with their handprints turned into spiders that were to die for– but that life is a distant memory and has been replaced with more shenanignas from Loser Mom.
Yes, as a matter of fact, those are white gift bags being decorated with the finest magic markers Ikea has to offer. Eat your heart out, Pinterest. Please don’t be intimidated by my awesomeness.
We recently received some hand me down clothes that just so happened to have soccer uniforms in the right sizes.
Viola! Halloween costumes.
The baby was out of luck so he got to wear a last minute Minion costume constructed from the lid of an oatmeal container and some rolled up jeans.
But lets be honest, babies in Halloween costumes are swoon worthy no matter how ridiculous the costume is, right?
We had a “Booooo-ling” contest that got a little more competitive than I had anticipated and ended with one very excited winner and one very sore loser crying on the steps because he didn’t get the prize. Just a friendly reminder that life is not all rainbows and butterflies.
We wiped the tears and decided to take a break for dinner. Because it was Halloween I used that as an excuse to serve my children Nutella on bread and call it dinner.
The apple bobbing contest went much smoother than one could expect. No tears involved, just insane amounts of cuteness.
The highlight of the night was the in house trick-or-treating. Yes, you read that correctly.
I bought enough candy to put at every door in our house. Bedroom doors, bathroom doors, front doors and back doors…they all had candy behind them. One door at a time the boys would knock and I would answer the door to four anxious faces simultaneously shouting “TRICK OR TREAT!”
At the end of the night they dumped the bags out in the living room floor to assess the loot, just like I remember doing as a kid.
The kid in the diaper ran around swiping whatever candy he could get his hands on before his brothers finally caught on to his tricks.
The boys consumed insane amounts of sugar and told me ten times that this was the “BEST HALLOWEEN EVER” which I’m confident was the sugar talking. Regardless, it was a win for the home team and a very happy Halloween.