We had a good holiday. Just a few pics to capture the fun of it all.
Of course this year David is really in to the activities around the holiday. Dressing up for a Halloween Party!?! It was so exciting to him that I almost didn't mention the whole trick or treating tradition.
David was a little bummed that his pumpkin's mouth didn't have a mouth--it was more of a hole. So Daddy obliged and gave the pumpkin two faces. It was a fun family night. The ring around David's mouth came from the number of times David took a bite of the raw pumpkin lid. This kid is something else! I really thought that once would be enough for him, but he kept snacking on it for as long as the jack-o-lanterns stuck around.
Here's my version of a decorated pumpkin--isn't she cute?
Here is the dynamic duo that hung around our house for a few days.
I learned a
lesson this year. If I'm about to slice up a jack-o-lantern to roast
the pumpkin for future batches of sweet treats, I need to consult the
little guy who has his heart and soul invested into his creation. My child
was truly distraught when he saw me from across the room take a knife
to his pumpkin and chop it in two. I was explaining the whole "let's
cook this up and make some treats" thing to him while I chopped. Before
he could rescue the pieces, I had his pumpkin in quarters. I wanted to
grab my camera, but I had to restrain myself out of respect for the
truly traumatic experience that was already happening to my little boy.
Oh, I don't think I'll ever cut a pumpkin again without thinking of
David cradling four pieces of his pumpkin in his arms, his body bent
over it as a protective measure, and sobs shaking his little body as he
tried to tell his mother that she was making a bad choice to be so
disrespectful to his pumpkin. Of course I was trying to comfort him, but
he was not interested in that. He was doing all he could to save his
pumpkin--and alas, it was too late. So when that didn't work out for me,
I grabbed my own pumpkin and started chopping it up. And just in case he
could hear me through his sobs, I started saying how excited I was to
make cookies out of my pumpkin. He heard me. He sat up. He dried his
eyes by pinching his thumb and fingers across the bridge of his nose.
And he said, "Cookies?" Oh, if I had had a video camera, I would be
accused of setting up the drama, not capturing a real life moment.
But all that drama, folks--not even I could have imagined it!
And I will never again take it upon myself to roast my child's pumpkin.
In the end, we roasted both pumpkins.
Halloween night found us at the church for a trunk or treat.
Three-year-old is their name, and super heroes is their game!
David, Jonathon and Charlie
This little boy loved being Spider Man . . .
Maybe even as much as another little boy who loved it once upon a time.
What can I say? Like father, like son!
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