Halloween Spirit

So you know how when you were little your mom always told you, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"?  Well, my mom did, anyway.  That's kind of how I've been about blogging for the past few months.

But here's to looking for the good in life!

I grew up in a house where probably the worst thing you could do was make a mess.  I think this has led to many of my peculiarities, one of them being that up until a couple weeks ago I had only ever carved two pumpkins.  Ever.  One was at my aunt's house when I was a kid and the second was on a group date when I was 17.

Last week my husband made sure we upped that number.

 D's a little more creative--and gruesome--than I am. (Note the  pumpkin being eaten, the pumpkin shot in the head, and the pumpkin with its face cloven in half.)  (Yes, I said cloven.)

The pumpkins got us into the Halloween Spirit.  A couple days later this is what happened:

And for dinner:

So...what else do we need to do for Halloween?  Traditions, anyone?