In the Interest of Not Being a Grinch

This year, for the first time ever, I decorated for Halloween. After nine and a half years of having kids and only ever decorating around Christmas, I felt it was time. My mom, with her faithful holiday display every month on the living room table of my childhood home, is probably ashamed. (Then again, she may have only started that after her youngest was in kindergarten, so maybe she's not judging me too harshly after all.)

Halloween is a bizarre holiday, I know, which is one of the excuses I've used for not really decorating in the past. (And by "not really decorating," I mean, "not decorating at all except to hang up the kids' Halloween art projects on the door out to the garage.") But, the kiddos love it, and they do have some really cute stuff out there, and I finally figured out a functional place to put everything (which has been another excuse), so it wasn't too much of a sacrifice after all. (Isn't that so magnanimous of me?)

And then there's the candy corn. (Mmm...candy corn...my favorite vegetable...)

Savanna told me the other day, "Wow, we are getting really good at decorating for Halloween!" I'm pretty sure that was her nice way of saying, "Thanks for finally getting with the program, ya Grinch. It's about dang time."

P.S. Speaking of decorating for Halloween and pretending it feels like fall, Spence is obsessed with the delicious-smelling cinnamon candle I have been burning. He's been dragging chairs over to the counter to be near it and try to touch it. I had to blow it out for now, until I find a suitable hiding place for it.

(It is currently 83 degrees in our lovely town, but I'm so ready for some yummy fall smells!)