Growing up, Halloween was my favorite holiday, behind Christmas, of course. The thrill of dressing up and then getting loads of candy for it is every kid’s dream! The only exception would be Halloween 1998 when I decided to be a French maid (I have no idea why, but who am I to question my 9 year old mind). Turns out I am highly allergic to feathers and had an allergic reaction to my feather duster. I spent the entire night puffy, sneezing, and snotty, but nonetheless, I hung in there and filled my pillowcase to the brim with candy.
I loved Halloween so much that when my husband and I were newly married, we decided we were going to have an annual Halloween party at our house. It would be the best way to celebrate the festivities with our kids, neighbors, and friends! We even had the novel idea to set our projector out in the driveway and have Hocus Pocus and Casper playing for trick-or-treaters as they passed by. This dream went so far as to have a Pinterest board dedicated to it. Now that’s what I call commitment!
Some of you reading this may be thinking, “Hey! I never got invited to their annual Halloween party”. If your egos are bruised, you should know that there was never a party. By the time Gene’s first Halloween was here, we already knew about his allergies.
For Gene’s first Halloween, Blake had the flu and was down for the count. In an attempt to still do something, I put a French Bulldog hat on Gene, went to snap a few pictures with his cousins, and came home.