There are pumpkins EVERYWHERE. I don’t know how we got so may pumpkins this year. A real Halloween mystery. And these pumpkins are the most loved pumpkins ever. The boys gather them and sort them by size. Isaac walks around with them telling me if they are “heavy!” or “light!” or “tiny!” or my favorite…”Medium! This one is medium, Mommy!” :)
Isaac loves these pumpkins so thoroughly that when Andrew recorded our home rules for his recent Social Studies assignment “no throwing pumpkins” was number two on his list of four. Do I really bring up that rule that much? Guess so.
I bought these kooky Halloween guys the first year we were married. It’s important to add these kinds of things to marriage, I find. They are a little beat up, but I still love them.
My rotting kitchen windowsill, oh so shabby-chic, has some seasonal flare. See the feather? Can’t decide if that’s whimsical or gross.
Low on storage? Use your butternut squash as sculpture.
Just updated these frames with recent shots of the boys. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but I didn’t realize how much these boys have changed until I took down the frames to take out the old photos. Photographic proof: they are DEFINITELY growing and changing. I love photography. :)
This weekend is looking good with church Halloween parties and visiting friends and Halloween movies. We’re definitely watching the Corpse Bride this weekend…though I’m wondering if Andrew and I can sneak away for Frankenweenie. It’s definitely the month to take in as much Tim Burton as possible. ;)
Have a good one!