{"id":711,"date":"2011-11-01T22:36:30","date_gmt":"2011-11-02T02:36:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=711"},"modified":"2011-11-01T22:36:33","modified_gmt":"2011-11-02T02:36:33","slug":"halloween-on-a-new-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=711","title":{"rendered":"Halloween On A New Island"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Interestingly enough, Halloween presents a challenge for many island kids, or more accurately, for many island parents. The challenge is where exactly to go trick-or-treating. Islands tend to include high percentages of second-home owners, so many of the houses, especially when Halloween falls on a weeknight, are empty. In addition, some islands have small gated communities or communities with limited access, and there tends to arise all sorts of questions about whether or not the gates will be open Halloween night and whether or not the residents will even be expecting trick-or-treaters. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve done a number of things over the years with the small people, including community events, business-sponsored trick-or-treats, and going over to nearby friends\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 houses who live in areas that are more conducive to trick-or-treating.<\/p>\n

This year, we were faced with the new island\/new customs dilemma. I heard mixed answers from the first couple of people I spoke with about where to go, so when I was at the boys\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 school yesterday, I made a general nuisance of myself and asked around. I got a couple of good suggestions that were confirmed by multiple people, so armed with that information, we donned our costumes at dinnertime and headed out.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>It was good information.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Many of the houses where we went were decked out, reminding me of when we lived in Chicago and local TV stations had contests for the most decorated houses for Halloween.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>So, we pounded the pavement for an hour-and-a-half or so, enjoying the Halloween ambiance and collecting candy, and then headed home to do some pumpkin carving.<\/p>\n

LCB is our resident pumpkin carver. Typically, he picks the biggest pumpkin we have, carves and guts it, and saves the seeds to cook afterward. I have been most happy with this tacit arrangement, I must confess.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>This year our pumpkins were all of similar size, so when the time came to pick the pumpkin to be carved, my younger son requested that LCB use his pumpkin (the one my son picked at the pumpkin patch<\/a>) to carve. All was well until baby-girl decided, midway through LCB\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s carving of the chosen pumpkin, that she wanted hers carved too.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mommy, can you carve my pumpkin?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she asked, with a voice that would have swayed less-tired mothers instantly.<\/p>\n

I hesitated.<\/p>\n

Then, out of the blue, my oldest son turned to me and said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153C\u00e2\u20ac\u2122mon, Mom. You gotta make things fun for Dad, and give him some real competition. Keep it interesting.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Where did we grow this kid?<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not asking rhetorically, either.<\/p>\n

He went on to explain how his life was less full because his younger brother refused to compete with him on most things. I bit my tongue and did not speak truth in this moment, which is that his brother usually opts out of competing with him because he is, in fact, a competitive freak, a force during game time few wish to reckon with. No, I was good. Instead, I said something like, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hghhhhhhh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and grabbed a carving knife.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I think I lucked out in the end, because LCB, who can be freakishly competitive in his own right, was more concerned about gleaning enough seeds so that he could fry one batch and bake another for a little taste-testing. So he said little (relatively speaking, of course) and was preoccupied with the seed extraction.<\/p>\n

My younger son proclaimed his pumpkin the winner the minute LCB finished, assuming the victory was his personally simply because it was his pumpkin. His assessment came a little premature, however, since I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even halfway done with his sister\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pumpkin.<\/p>\n

Ignoring his brother, my older son dubbed himself the judge, reasoning that he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have a dog in this fight like his two siblings. He had predetermined that his pumpkin would not be carved, but instead be the recipient of various Sharpie-facilitated messages, like the following:<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>His plan seemed to make sense, but I was worried he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d buckle under all that pressure of choosing between two parents<\/del> pumpkins.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>After I finished mine and we put them side by side out on the deck, however, with great sagacity<\/a>, the judge proclaimed it a tie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Interestingly enough, Halloween presents a challenge for many island kids, or more accurately, for many island parents. The challenge is where exactly to go trick-or-treating. Islands tend to include high percentages of second-home owners, so many of the houses, especially when Halloween falls on a weeknight, are empty. In addition, some islands have small gated […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,4],"tags":[634,642,105,465,643,641],"class_list":["post-711","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-islandlife","category-island-parenting","tag-halloween-on-an-island","tag-island-halloweens","tag-island-life","tag-island-mom","tag-pumpkin-carving","tag-trick-or-treating-on-an-island"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/711","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=711"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/711\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}