The thrill of picking out pumpkins never fails to bring joy to this girls heart. I usually can't just stop at one. So when the fruit & veggie stand up the street traded out their summer fare for gourds, mums, and pumpkins I jumped on the chance to go.
On a warm fall evening I toted little man for a walk around the neighborhood and we made our way up to meet Barry as he was just getting off work.
I wanted to teach him all about how to pick the perfect pumpkin; look for shape, firmness, stem size, ya know, the important stuff.
He is apparently not as excited about pumpkins as his momma, of course that's only because he has yet to feel their slimy insides squish between his fingers......all in due time.
Touching his first pumpkin Evah.
Now that's a momentous occasion.
I call this the blue cheese pumpkin.
And what's a trip to the pumpkin store without an old fashioned soda?
Now this was yummy stuff.
Now they sit.
Huddled together on our front porch trying to save themselves from tomorrow nights game of eenie meenie miney mo.
Someone's getting carved!