I can already tell the holidays are going to get better every year. Last year, Henry was too young to understand, or even recognize, anything different about a "holiday". But this year, as fall rolled in, and the pumpkins, mums, ghosts, skeletons and signs were displayed, he took note. He helped display festive items in our yard and throughout the house and also squealed and/or pointed whenever we would drive or walk past our neighbors houses with ghosts and goblins hanging from their trees.
We did an afternoon at the Sesame Place "Spooktackular" and enjoyed all the decorations. But it didn't have to be that extravagant - we would make special trips to McCafferys, the local grocery store, just to see the decorations and get one of the little plastic skeletons or the local farms to touch all the pumpkins.
One Halloween day, Grandma and Grandpa Garlits came to town to spend the afternoon with us. Dad was eager to carve his pumpkin, together, with Henry. At first, Henry was a little hesitant - who can blame a kid when you pull off the top and this nasty, smelly, chunky orange gut like stuff fall onto the floor!
Uncle Dale and Aunt Alisabeth came over and we had a cider beef stew dinner before we hit the streets. On a full stomach, we suited Henry up in his "Henry the Octopus" costume and Brian, Henry and I went out for Henry's first Trick-or-Treating adventure. We hit 5 houses and called it a night. Henry really wasn't very interested in walking around in his wagon, in the dark. But when we got home and took off his costume and ran around in his diaper while trick or treaters came to the door - he was in heaven!
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