I've never been much of a Halloween celebrant. I blame my mother. We were banned from trick-or-treating after fifth grade, and the older I've gotten the less festive I've become. I was quite happy to live overseas and miss out on all of the excitement.
Brandon recalls trick-or-treating once when he was five, and for every Halloween after, his father would cover the windows with blankets and pretend they weren't home while the family watched movies and ate candy.
So I blame Brandon for this Halloween. We started the season early with a visit to a pumpkin patch. And then for Family Home Evening we actually carved the things. The last time we carved pumpkins was when Kathleen was two and I ended up scraping it off the porch in February right before we moved to DC for the Foreign Service.
Then on Saturday we went to the ward Halloween party where the girls dressed up as princesses. Of course it was pure coincidence that I gave them princess dresses for Christmas last year and they dressed up as princesses for Halloween.
And tonight we lit up our pumpkins and dressed the girls up again. Edwin and I stayed home (he went to bed) while Brandon led the girls around our little complex. They came home after ten or so houses thrilled with the candy they had picked up and made a grand evening of stuffing themselves with more candy they had ever eaten in their short lives and making candy trails across the floor.
So that will be their only memory of Halloween, at least for the next few years. And when they ask why we don't celebrate Halloween, I'll point out that yes, we did once, and I'll show them pictures for proof.