Halloween: Hawaiian Style

It was pouring on the 31st. I was so bummed. We usually get about 200 trick or treaters. 5pm ticked by, and then 6pm, and I was quite sullen. Halloween Hawaiian style is crazy fun, and it just wasn't going to happen this year. No trick or treaters rang our doorbell, until it was a quarter to 7pm. Hoooraayyyy!

I herded my fire fighter and dalmatian, husband, and guests out the door with umbrellas and strollers for the babies. We quickly took a few streets by storm, quite literally. They call this a rainforest for a reason.

We were soaked and had pity on the babies and headed home.

Baby Lincoln as the Beetle

I put my little dalmatian to bed, while Hubby closed off the walkway to our house. The futura stone that leads to our house was so so slick that we watched a few people walk up to our house and take hard falls. We popped open our garage and let Kathy, Buddy, and Marty hand out candy, along with the pumpkins Kathy and Marty carved.

An aside: Earlier Marty had asked Son1 if he was "J. zee arteest." Son1 sneered at him. He asked him again. "Are you J. zee arteest?" in a French accent. Son1 answered with some attitude and seriousness. "NO!! I am J. Farmer." We died laughing!

These guys...boy did they live it up with the kids that came by. They asked the kids to show them their best tricks for candy.

That left Hubby and me to take Son1 out again while Mark and Kelly watched the crawling beetle and sleeping dalmatian. And three of us had ourselves some happenin' Hawaiian Halloween fun.

We see stuff here that we haven't seen on the mainland. This was set up in someone's driveway:

Shootin' hoops for candy

Go fish for candy

This house had an inflatable pool with peanuts in it for the kids to jump in. Son1 found a preschool buddy. Her older sister said, "Oh...her boyfriend is here!" Uh huh. My casa nova has a following.

Now Hubby has a personal favorite when it comes to Halloween. He loves him a Trunk or Treat. Usually it is sponsored by the church in our subdivision. Folks decorate their trunks and the kids go from car to car to get candy. It is really fast and we yield a lot of candy in a short amount of time. But with the rain, they had to move the Trunk or Treat inside the elementary school cafeteria.

We are posing with the pastor's wife of the Trunk or Treat church. Maybe we don't go there for a reason. :)

P.S. I am in a sweatshirt much too huge for me....it is deceptive...I am much smaller. I love this picture anyway.

Inside the cafeteria the "trunkers" set up at long tables and we made even quicker work of loading up on candy.

And because Son1 fits right in with his go go go parents, we were gluttons and hit up a few more streets on the way back from the Trunk or Treat. That rain was no joke. The rain drops were the size of quarters, I am sure. Even a golf umbrella wasn't enough to keep us dry.

At about 8:30 we had enough. We trudged back up to our house to trick or treat one more time at our own house. There sat the Stoltz family, still handing out candy.

Just as I thought I could taste the relief of bedtime for Son1, I found Mr. Personality wide awake. Trick or Treating must have been some stimulation for him, even at just 7 months old.

Folks here are pretty generous, though. It is pretty common for homes to hand out individual goody bags with 4 or 5 pieces of candy each. That's why we just can't seem to pass up Halloween.



Heather calls this my Baby Moses basket...if you have been to my house for a dinner with a good number of folks you know I usually make a salad in this crazy big bowl. After we emptied and sorted all of the candy (and threw away all the gummy candy, YUCK and a WASTE) this is still what we ended up with: