When I was 8 months pregnant (I forgot how swollen I was- yikes), Jimmy and I bought a new house in Garden Hills. It is our dream home. Every single day we walk in and think how lucky we are to live here. Everything about it is perfect for us. There is a "grown up" kitchen, fenced in backyard, 2 fireplaces, and a master bedroom that's better than any hotel where I have ever stayed.
Before we lived in Garden Hills, we lived in a house in Ridgewood Heights (see our old house in the photo above). Even though I was VERY ready for a fenced backyard and more storage space, I was a little sad to leave because I loved our neighbors so much. The twins that lived two doors down were in our wedding, and my good friend lived across the street. But hands down the BEST thing about our neighborhood was Halloween. I've always loved Halloween. When I was little Ben and I would practice Trick or Treating for weeks before the big day, ringing our own doorbell and asking for candy. Carving the pumpkin was a major event every year, and we would work together making eyebrows or missing teeth. That love for Halloween continued into adulthood. The first year I ever lived in that house I made a massive deal about having the scariest house in the neighborhood. I had dry ice, a welcome mat that screamed, and friends who jumped out at the kids. Every year after that the kids would call my house "the scary house," which was a title I worked to uphold.
We have a full graveyard, a string of bloody knives running from the driveway to the lantern, numerous ghosts hanging from trees, three pumpkins, and a few bloody arms on the lawn.
Driving in and out of the neighborhood I've noticed that some of the neighbors really go all out on the decorations. Yesterday I borrowed a new lens from my uncle, and Oliver and I started out on foot to try out the new lens and scope out the competition. Let me tell you, these people are serious!
We started walking...
I've always liked this modern house, and they really went all out! I love the cobwebs everywhere. We don't tend to do a lot of cobwebs, but that's only because I'm lazy about taking them down post Halloween.
The sign that marks Halloween central.
Don't miss the collection of witches on the right side.
"Get me outta this stroller mom, I'm hungry!"
One thing is for sure, even if my yard is not the best in the neighborhood, I'll certainly have the cutest pumpkin on Halloween night!
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