On Sunday Brian and Charlie cleaned out the pumpkins and for every scoop and handful he would look at me and give me his "oh face" and a little scream. It was so funny. Thankfully we bought 3 pumpkins so the fun lasted for quite awhile. Then when he would run out, he would put the gunk BACK in the pumpkins and he would start over.
Whoa...


Umm, this feels weird. But I like it.

Brian attempting to keep it on the table. Are pumpkin seeds bad for dogs?? Hope not.

Such concentration. This is a Brian face.


Iowa really ruined me by having "Beggar's Night" and also we all had to memorize countless jokes to tell to the parents before they would give us candy. I thought that was normal until Brian told me I didn't need to teach Charlie "Why did the chicken cross the road?" :)
By the last house, Charlie would yell "TREAT" as his version of "trick or treat."
Here he is practicing before we left.
Here he is practicing before we left.

Serious work of carving the pumpkins.


We just went to the 6 houses on our cul-de-sac but Charlie thought it was the greatest thing to hold out his bucket, say "treat", and get candy. I'm worried he will start doing that at random places. Like the gas station, or Target. The turtle costume is really the best from the back.


No joke - as soon as we got him home (before he took off his hat) he walks right up to his highchair and starts unloading the goods. Every.Last.Candybar. Like we'd really let him eat it all right then! He probably knew to strike while the iron is hot since Mommy and Daddy (ok just Mommy) raided most of the good stuff after he went to bed!


