I love carving pumpkins, it is one of the few aspect of Halloween I really enjoy. For weeks I keep being like "we should buy pumpkins!"- but for some reason or another we never have. Finally, on Halloween itself, we went to the-store-that-shall-not-be-named to buy candy and I was resolute that "we are buying pumpkins."
Well guess what. They had no pumpkins. ON HALLOWEEN! I hate Walmart, er, the store-that-shall-not-be-named.
On the way home we hit up a local pumpkin patch that had magically disappeared, but it it's place were numerous dumpsters full of pumpkins for anybody brave enough to dig through them. I found these two little gems on top and saved them from what would surely be a terrible pumpkin rotting death. They are now sitting on our fireplace.
Let me give you an example of why I love my husband so much. While driving away from the pumpkin
Me: I love these pumpkins. What are we going to name them?
Dan: We have to name the pumpkins?
Me: Pumpkins are like babies, they have to have names once they come into your life.
Dan: How about Kobe.
Me: We are not naming our pumpkins after a rapist.
Dan: (rolls his eyes and thinks for a moment) Fine. How about a compromise. Lamar and Khloe.
Me: TOTAL DEAL!
Some Fall foliage.
Kadira and Dan's shadow.
All Dan wanted in a dog was somebody to play Frisbee with. For the last two months I have had to endure practice Frisbee in the house, but they finally moved their little game outside. Kadira doesn't catch it every time- but she sure does try.
I have no idea what these things are. A fruit perhaps? But they are everywhere at our local park- and one kind citizen decided to shove them in the top of every giant anthill. I don't really think it stopped the ants from exiting, but it is extremely humerus and a very valiant effort.

Toby enjoying some sunshine.
Halloween night itself was kind of a bust. We stayed at the house to hand out candy and only got 4 or 5 groups- half of which contained adults who expected candy too. Slowly it turned into more of a teenage crowd so we turned off of our lights. Shortly thereafter Kadira started going berserk...but we ignored her because she had kind of been going crazy with all the commotion all night. We should have listened. Some kids knocked over our mailbox which made me resolute that NEXT YEAR WE ARE NOT HANDING OUT HALLOWEEN CANDY AT ALL UNGRATEFUL DEVIL CHILDREN.
Now into my favorite season of the year: Thanksgiving and Christmas. Finally.
Now into my favorite season of the year: Thanksgiving and Christmas. Finally.
















1 comments:
Your hair has grown to a super cute length now!
Yes, that's all I took away from that festive seasonal post...
and, here in Williamstown when I went to the-store-that-shall-not-be-named on Halloween night, the Halloween aisle had disappeared and been replaced with a Christmas one.
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