Better Late.

Pumpkin Day kind of passed us by in a whirlwind this year. We’d been out of commission, and then on Halloween we had SIX soccer games . . . three players, different fields, all day long. Each morning that week the kids asked, “Can we go to Baugher’s to get our pumpkins today??” And the answer day after day was not what they had hoped for.

Sunday, November 1st, we’re driving home from church, and Dan asked to stop into the orchard where he works. Big sign . . . all pumpkins, $1.  WooHoo! So, I could finally say, “Today is the day! You can pick as big a pumpkin as you can carry . . . and they thought they had been released into Toys-R-Us on a shopping spree. So, I got outa there for $5, and the Freundels got their pumpkins.  Only Michael’s gotten to carve so far, but we talk about it most days.

The boys want to shoot their pumpkins off our backyard trebuchet. I think they’re waiting till they start to rot.  joy.

And yes, Sam is still livin’ in that Woody costume. Going on day 7 today. Ridin’ that pumpkin horse.