Halloween is a touchy time for me lately.

It is – hands down – my favorite holiday. I love and embrace everything about Halloween. 

I dress up every year and even go trick-or-treating with several children.

My front porch is a testament of my devotion to Halloween, were corn stalks, spider webs, pumpkins and skeletons abound.

But, alas, Halloween has changed for me as of late. Over Halloween 2007, I got pregnant. So, come Halloween 2008, I had a 3-month-old baby to take care of instead of partying like a rock star. We did go trick-or-treating though.

This year, I have a 15-month-old baby, and again there will be no partying, just trick-or-treating.

Don’t get me wrong, it is immeasurably cool to see the holiday I love come to life all over again in the eyes of my child, but I am still sad whenever I hear about super scary hay ride trips and dance your costumed butt off parties.

The thing that gets me through is the knowledge that in about 5 years, my son is going to have the best Halloween parties on this side of the Mississippi!