Pumpkins

Owen and Reuel went out yesterday and Owen came bursting in...'Mommy! Mommy! We got a GIANT punkin'!! And we got a tiny punkin! And we got some tiny, itty bitty to-MA-toes! And we ate ice cream! He was at level 10 excitement. Some speedy pumpkin-carving commenced (excitement does not necessarily create long attention spans when you're not yet allowed to use a sharp knife). Asher joined in by sitting in his exersaucer next to the table and giving the toys along the edge some really hairy eyeball looks. It took some convincing to get Owen to put himself into the pumpkin up to his armpits and pull out the slimy guts, but then he was unstoppable. Mostly he had fun poking holes in the pumpkin with one of the little pumpkin carving tools we have. 'Daddy, I'm poking holes!'