As an adult, I think it’s easy for me to forget how exciting and impacting simple childhood traditions can be. But when I stop and reach way back to my own childhood memories I remember. I remember watching my mom carefully cut the top off of a bright orange pumpkin. I remember reaching in feeling the cool slim squish through my fingers. It was all so new and amazing! Watching my mom rinse and roast those pumpkin seeds in the oven. Being delighted at the sight of my jack-o-lantern siting on the porch with a cheery candle glowing inside.
We are right there with our own children. In that perfect stage of memory making. So at the beginning of the week the old newspapers got spread over the kitchen table, sharpies, big spoons and carving knives were rounded up and we got to pumpkin carving.
Our kiddos go to AWANAS every Wednesday night. Because Halloween landed on Wednesday this year the AWANA leaders got together and made a special night for the kids. Fun games and face painting and the kids were asked to dress up like their favorite animal. My boys do not dress up. Ever. Not super heroes or cowboys… nothing. It’s just too embarrassing to dress up. People might look at you and even worse they might comment on what you’re wearing. Oh the horror!
But now… I have one that will She loves dressing up. She decided to be a butterfly.
I can’t even tell you how much she loved her fuzzy antenna. She bounced, and fluttered around the house. What she lacks in gracefulness she makes up for in enthusiasm.
Yeah. She was pretty darn cute if I do say so myself.
Somehow it’s already November. The leaves are finally changing color. Rain has washed away the harvest dust, there’s even some snow up in the mountains, or so I’m told.
I hope you are enjoying all the little traditions of the season! ~April