Each year at the beginning of October we make squished witches. Making them is uber important because making and eating them guarantees that nothing will be able to scare you during the entire month. I don't have the exact recipe sitting in front of me, but basically they include powdered ghost, frog eyes, ghosts blood, etc. While stirring the ingredients you have to stand on one foot and either say your name backwards, or just say "Happy Halloween."
They must have worked, because every time Brooklyn saw someone wearing a scary costume or a mask she would tell me, "It's ok. I'm not scared because I ate squished witches."
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We also made some homemade rootbeer/witches brew to liven things up.
And of course, the pumpkin. This was a home-grown pumpkin that Grandma and Grandpa Shurtliff gave us! We grew a handful here, but they were just that-- about handful sized.
Neither of the girls were interested in the gooeyness, but Brooklyn picked the design for the pumpkin, and both of them helped poke lots of holes for us to follow.
And here I am, being crafty, AGAIN! We took those fist-sized pumpkins from our own garden and decorated them. Beautiful!
Finally, the big night arrived. Brooklyn was pretty sure Halloween was already over because we had already gone to the community carnival, made squished witches, and carved a pumpkin, but she was happily surprised to find that there was more candy coming! In honor of our new cat Silly, both girls were cats (I hope you could tell... )
The spoils. Muwhaha. These piles were considerably smaller by the time Tim and I went to bed.
