{"id":8924,"date":"2012-10-31T12:27:12","date_gmt":"2012-10-31T12:27:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=8924"},"modified":"2020-09-30T13:54:39","modified_gmt":"2020-09-30T17:54:39","slug":"happy-halloween-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2012\/10\/31\/happy-halloween-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy Halloween"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last weekend we invited a few neighbors over to carve pumpkins- in the spirit of our traditional pumpkin carving party of years past.<\/p>\n

It was a little odd not having the familiar faces around. But it was nice to hang with the new people as well.<\/p>\n

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I’m not going to lie, I am having a hard time getting used to the South and their lack of the fun traditional things I am used to- no Homecoming dance, no Halloween parties at school.<\/p>\n

Sending Cole off to school this morning was a little sad. No costume, no parade, no class party. In fact there are no class parties at all. For any holidays.<\/p>\n

We even got an email from Blake’s school saying to make sure no candy comes to school the next day because it doesn’t fit into their “wellness program”.<\/p>\n

Whatever.<\/p>\n

I am missing the things that made being a kid fun. Things are a tad serious down here in the land of academia.<\/p>\n

This is what Halloween<\/a> should look like at an elementary school.<\/p>\n

Of course one of my BFF’s calling me after the weekend saying, “please move back, things are not the same without you!!” Did not help my nostalgia for all things Ohio.<\/p>\n

Moving on.<\/p>\n

Eva’s little buddy came dressed to party.<\/p>\n

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Fall is a time of traditions and starting over isn’t easy. That’s Fo Show.<\/p>\n

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And here are some pumpkins. Eva’s is the witch, and Austin’s is the OH- (with IO on the other side)<\/p>\n

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Thinking about all the people that have been affected by the hurricane. Not a fun Halloween for them, that’s for sure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Last weekend we invited a few neighbors over to carve pumpkins- in the spirit of our traditional pumpkin carving party of years past. It was a little odd not having the familiar faces around. But it was nice to hang with the new people as well. I’m not going to lie, I am having a hard time getting used to the South and their lack of the fun traditional things I am used to- no Homecoming dance, no Halloween parties at school. Sending Cole off to school this morning was a little sad. No costume, no parade, no class party. In fact there are no class parties at all. For any holidays. We even got an email from Blake’s school saying to make sure no candy comes to school the next day because it doesn’t fit into their “wellness program”. Whatever. I am missing the things that made being a kid fun. Things are a tad serious down here in the land of academia. This is what Halloween should look like at an elementary school. Of course one of my BFF’s calling me after the weekend saying, “please move back, things are not the same without you!!” Did not help my nostalgia for all things Ohio. Moving on. Eva’s little buddy came dressed to party. Fall is a time of traditions and starting over isn’t easy. That’s Fo Show. And here are some pumpkins. Eva’s is the witch, and Austin’s is the OH- (with IO on the other side) Thinking about all the people that have been affected by the hurricane. Not a fun Halloween for them, that’s for sure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":8925,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[334],"class_list":["post-8924","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life","tag-halloween"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/Q14A1836copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8924","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8924"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8924\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17727,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8924\/revisions\/17727"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8924"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8924"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8924"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}