In anticipation, we have bobbed for apples. “Self-waterboarding-type pilgrim game,” my friend observed, which feels accurate, though no kids drowned and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
We also had a creepy blindfolded “touch this gross thing” activity:
ramen noodles = brains
jello = liver
peeled grapes = eyeballs
warm applesauce = vomit
pumpkin guts = intestines
When it got dark, we pulled out all the stops for: pumpkin bowling.
What you need:
Plastic water bottles. We used 20-ounce ones. Drank them at the party, then used them as bowling pins. Some water inside is helpful as weight.
A round pumpkin. Maybe more than one…ours didn’t survive past the 30-minute mark. You could drill three holes for an accurate grip or just roll that thing. We did the latter.
Glow sticks. Any sort would work, but we wanted to have super bright ones to look groovy and then hang around the neck for trick or treating. Illumisticks are apparently particularly awesome, but so expensive. Instead, I ordered some off-brand I found on Amazon, $15 for a box of 25.
Voilà! Put the bottles into formation at the end of a hallway or somewhere outside. Take turns hurling a pumpkin down the lane. Enjoy.
FYI: I first read about glow in the dark bowling on My Kids Adventures. Click this link for information about what makes glow sticks glow, how friction, gravity, and momentum make bowling possible, and links to math activities to accompany your bowling fun.
It just doesn’t seem right to love books and to love Halloween and not post about Halloween books on Halloween. I realize nothing can top Beret’s Ghost Cake with Flaming Eyes, but as I spent much of today thinking lovingly of the picture books I proudly displayed in my classroom library each October, I thought, why not share? All contain little to no nightmare-inducing possibilities and are just as delightful for adults as for kiddos. Continue reading “Gina’s Favorite Halloween Reads”
Age Range: almost any, depending on who handles the fire.
When I was eight years old, my mother gave me a copy of the Betty Crocker Cookbook for Boys and Girls. Not the first edition, people. This cookbook has been around since 1957.
My copy looked exactly like this:
It was full of frightening recipes. Weird little polka dot pizzas made with frankfurters. A cake that looked like a hamburger on a sesame seed bun. Recipes calling for instant minced onion, pickles, Bisquick, and bottled dressing. I pored over the pictures in it, but I only ever made two things: a gingerbread ski chalet (of course!) and the GHOST CAKE WITH FLAMING EYES.