Halloween

We didn't do much for Halloween this year.  My lady friends tried to convince me how important it was that I dress Dolly up in a costume and take her trick or treating - just for the sake of photos.  Given that Dolly has no idea what is going on and would not eat any candy she was given, Jim and I rejected the advice and made no Halloween plans.  The Sunday before Halloween, however, was the monthly Wilson family dinner.  (Since Dolly's birth, we have been adopted into the Wilson family.  Karen Wilson is "Nana" and treats Chavalyn like one of her own grandkids.)  Karen had given Dolly a "My First Halloween" onesie and a Halloween card, which was very cute.  Dolly wore the onesie to the Halloween-themed family dinner. 

We were assigned to teams for pumpkin carving after dinner.  Trisha and I were paired up.  It turned out to be an unfortunate union, as neither of us is skilled in the art of carving.  We started with a combover, which we then decided to turn into the mouth of a Sloth (from Goonies)-like creature with a bow tie.  When that didn't look so great, we basically cut off his face to make a gigantic mouth.  The saddest part was that he didn't end up with enough weight in the front to be able to sit upright unsupported.  Neither Trish nor I cared the least bit how our fella ended up, but the inordinate amount of ridicule we received sort of put a damper on things. 

The last time we carved pumpkins, I did a little Jewish boy with tendrils.  Jim and Jeremy copied that idea, but everybody thought theirs looked more like Frankenstein than a Jew. 

Dolly with Trisha and my pumpkin, pre-massacre:

Trisha and I with our pumpkin, post-massacre:

Lights on (gaping-mouth pumpkin not featured; Jim's tendriled jack-o' second from the right):

Lights out (gaping-mouth man second from the right, Mr. Tendrils far left):

Despite the carving fiasco, it was nice to get into the Halloween spirit.  I ended up going in to work on the real holiday while Jim took care of Dolly and passed out candy.  I was surprised that I felt a little bit sad about not spending it together.  I'm looking forward to next year, when Dolly will be old enough to dress up and trick or treat.