Halloweens

About a year ago, maybe a year and a half, Luna discovered Halloween on one of her little kid shows. They had a Halloween episode and a Christmas episode, and for reasons my Christmas loving brain cannot comprehend, Luna chose to LOVE Halloween. We do not celebrate Halloween. I think it’s the ugliest holiday on the planet. Trick or treating and costumes are cute (or at least they can be sometimes). Occasionally I will see Fall themed or cutesy Halloween things. But frankly it is just all around dreadful to me. 

But Luna seriously adores it. She learned to search and find every kid’s Halloween show available and after a full year of telling her she didn’t need to watch scary stuff even if it is for kids, we gave up. She talks about Halloween every day. She begged for costumes. She talked about getting Halloweens candy all the time. It seemed like every book I got from the library had a page devoted to Halloween. She “flies” my broom around the house cackling. Pumpkins became “Halloweens”. Fall colors are “Halloweens”. She is so obsessed with it, that it eventually became hilarious to us. 

Admiring the hideous Halloween decorations at Sportsman Warehouse. “Awww, Mama! Did you see these? So cute!”

I told her I hate Halloween- I love Christmas! She sadly patted my arm and said,”That’s okay, Mama. I love Halloweens”. I told her Halloweens is ugly. She said in true indignation,”Mama!! It is my wonderful favorite!!” I got out of the shower one day and found her in my bed with our extremely old and difficult Roku tv turned on to a Halloween Mickey Mouse show on Disney+. I didn’t know she knew how to turn that thing on, much less navigate to her show. 

Half the family got her Halloween related things for her bday and she was STOKED OUT OF HER MIND.

The grocery store is LIT right now; they have an entire Halloween section. Full of Halloween themed shot glasses, plastic teeth, dessert plates, cocktail napkins, stuffed gnomes, coffee mugs, highball glasses, etc. Honestly just the most delightful stuff she has ever had the pleasure to look at. She would “weally wike one of those baby cups, Mama.” And I maybe came pretty close to buying my 3 yr old a shot glass. Her cousin did buy her the teeth. They wind up and scurry across the floor. Luna broke them within a couple hours.

With her stuffed candy corn from the grocery store. He has a maniacal laugh when you squeeze his belly. So Luna named him “Hoohoo haha”. She also wore this nightgown and headband, aka costume, to the grocery store.

This is our neighbor’s house. We stop and look at it every morning on our walks. Luna is thrilled with this house. “Wow, Mama! Isn’t this so beautiful?!”

This is another neighbor’s front yard. They have these tiny little skeleton hands all in the grass. How do they mow?

Luna, cooing tenderly:” Awwww you widdle tiny baby skeweton hand!! Where you Mama hand at?? I wuv they pirate fence!”

Me, yelling out the car window in the hopes of shocking Luna‘s pants off: “Hey all you ugly Halloween decorations!”

Luna, properly shocked:”Mama! No no no! That was not very nice of you. You don’t be mean!”

Luna, gently out the car window to a giant blow up pumpkin in someone’s front yard: “Hiiiiii widdle pumpkin! You having a good time?”

Me: “Luna, Aunt Karen is taking you and Lewis to the pumpkin patch today!”

Luna, holding mock terror hands up to her face:”Oh nooooo! Scary Halloweens!!”

What is really funny to us is that Luna is genuinely SO terrified of the imaginary owl in our downstairs bathroom, any small frog or insect noises (like crickets), and any noise that occurs near our front door (like seriously what terrible FREAKS might be lurking beyond the front door, okay???). But she isn’t scared of Halloween and pretends to be a skeleton or zombie almost every day. 

Luna’s first and only stick figure so far was a zombie, drawn with chalk on the sidewalk. It was one straight line with small “stitches” drawn across it. I have looked everywhere for the picture I took of it, but can’t find it. Sad day! 

“Look Mama! A blue zombie daddy!” We think she drew stitches like on Frankenstein’s monster. 

So anyway, our 3 yr old basically celebrates Halloween against our wishes. What a rebellious teenager!