Last night, we carved pumpkins and introduced the term “diva” into the Grimmett lexicon. As in, “Daddy is such a diva.” Because, dude. HE IS. Anytime we take on a supposed-to-be-fun task, like carving pumpkins, he gets this I-can’t-work-under-these-conditions kind of attitude.

Carving Pumpkins

“Don’t stand so close to me when I’m using a knife!”

After the tops have been removed and we’re elbow-deep in pumpkin guts, “Why don’t we do this on a day when we can make sure Lucy gets her nap first? And it’s not getting so late?”

“We’re not going to do this if you don’t stop throwing pumpkin seeds!”

“Why can’t I get mine to work? Ugh, the handle’s coming off!! This knife is a piece of crap! YOU finish it.”

In all fairness to my husband, he only said the first thing I quoted last night. The rest were from the year prior. And then my mom threw a handful of pumpkin guts at his head. I guess he learned his lesson. Or he didn’t but we reminded him because we love to tell the story of how my mom threw pumpkin guts at Dave’s head.

In all fairness to my mom, Dave once threw a snowball at her head.

So, here are our pumpkins. From left to right: The headless horsemen’s pumpkin head (you know, the one he threw at Ichabod Crane?); Sloth from The Goonies (“Hey you guuuys!”); Julia’s “salesman” (I don’t get it either.); and Lucy’s pumpkin that’s “really, really happy.”

Our Pumpkins

Oh, and the Deep Thought: “Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the person’s house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says “You.” After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.”

Right now, it annoys Dave when I recite it. But if I die before him, it’s just the kind of thing he’ll remember about me and miss.

Be happy, Halloweeners!


So, Barry sang that
about “Daybreak.” But it still
applies to her smile.

Potty Talk

by Leslie

Lucy: (retires to a corner and stands quietly)

Me: Lucy, do you have to poop?

Lucy: Uh-huh.

Me: Would you like to go poop in the potty?

Lucy: No!

Me: C’mon! Let’s go. I’ll sit with you.

Lucy: No!

Me: Lucy, let’s go poop in the potty.

Lucy: NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Me: Honey, why don’t you want to poop in the potty?

Lucy: I poop in potty and my potty cry and cry and cry.

Me: Well, I could understand that if we were talking about your dad…

Sorry. I couldn’t resist.

There’s nothing like a spider to give me chills on Halloween. Or any other day for that matter. Have your kids lend their hands to make this creepy craft they can wear.

Here’s what you’ll need to make it.

Handprint Spiders Supplies


  • Black construction paper
  • White and yellow paper scraps
  • Scissors
  • Glue
  • Tape
  • Pencil


  1. Fold a piece of black construction paper in half.
  2. Place your child’s hand palm down along the folded edge and trace only the fingers.
  3. Handprint Spiders 1

  4. Cut along the outline you traced.
  5. Handprint Spiders 2

  6. Unfold your cutout. You should have a flat spider with eight legs.
  7. Handprint Spiders 3

  8. Roll the legs around your pencil to make them curl. Now your spider will stand on its legs.
  9. Handprint Spiders 4

    Handprint Spiders 5

  10. From your scrap paper, cut out some eyes and any other decorative shapes you may want to add and glue them to your spider.
  11. Handprint Spiders 6

  12. Cut a strip from the remaining black construction paper and tape the ends together to create a wristband.
  13. Handprint Spiders 7

  14. Attach the wristband to the underside of the spider using tape.
  15. Handprint Spiders 8

  16. Slip it onto your child’s arm and you’ve got a spider bracelet!
  17. Handprint Spiders 9

Originally written for and posted on the now-defunct My OH! Momma website.

Me and my girls, dressed for Halloween

There’s a snow princess,
a butterfly, a kitty,
and a zombie mom

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