Freaky Day is Fun Again

Since I stopped trick-or-treating as a teen, I've never had much of an interest in Halloween. I hate scary movies, creepy decorations, and dressing up is only fun if I have a good costume. (Most of the time it's more work than its worth, in my opinion.) Now that I have Sophie to dress up and that she's starting to understand more and do more hands-on things with us, I think Halloween might become fun again.

Despite my bah-humbug feelings about Halloween, I have always liked pumpkin carving.

What was I thinking? White shirt on pumpkin carving day? Ack!

We got one of those kits that has patterns and little carving knives the first Halloween after we got married. Somehow, I've managed to save it (putting it under the silverware holder is a good idea) every year and now we're getting down to the complex ones. (We're bound to get the full $3.87 worth out of it. Ha.) I did the trick-or-treat ghosts and Steve did the skull guy. They turned out better than I thought they would. I was afraid my pumpkin was so thick that the light wouldn't shine through the little holes. Guess not...