Every Fall he brought us kids our pumpkins that he grew from his garden. It was always a happy time when Grandpa and Grandma came bringing them. Ever since pumpkins make me happy.
The first year Mike and I were married I wanted us to get pumpkins to carve. He found the very thought of it humorous, silly. That was for kids and "we don't have kids yet" he said. But he loves me so he threw me the bone. Little did he know this was just the start.
|2004, married 6 months, Mike was in college.|
|2005, Mike's last year at The Ohio State University, his first block "O" jack 'o lantern.|
|2006, our cat Lucy got in on the pumpkin picture tradition that year. We were living in Indiana, 3 hours from home where our families were.|
|2009, our first Halloween in our new house. I felt like I had it all. Loving husband, a beautiful baby girl, a house, stable job, living near our families. My dream.|
|2010, pregnant with Kobe and loving the normalcy of life.|
|2011, Cayman 3 years old, Kobe 10 months. Mike had taken a new job and we painfully put our beloved house up for sale.|
|2012, renting a small ranch house on a horse farm, I was sickly pregnant with Cassady but as you can see very much present in the photo for the moment to be remembered. Lesson learned.|
Cayman has never liked touching the goopy insides of a pumpkin and this year was no different. Her persistence to keep those hands clean cracks me up. I'm pretty certain she thinks this tradition was created to torture her.
|I think Cayman was influencing little brother to loathe the pumpkin guts.|
|Cayman LOVED the actual carving part. Hand over hand we sawed each piece from the transferred pattern of the face we drew together. She giggled and giggled, she was so happy.|
|Kobe liked the carving part as well. He sat on my lap completely enthralled as we cut through his pumpkin.|