My little pumpkin

One of my favorite pictures from Zeke's first year is of him sitting on the steps with our jack-o-lanterns. Therefore, he can expect to have to do this every year until...until whenever I can force him to do it no more. This year he got into it and tried to go for appropriate Halloween lighting.

Here are the daytime close ups. This is Aaron's.

This is Zeke's (as carved by me). Once again, Aaron carved a more traditional scary one, while I had the goofy jack-o-lantern territory covered. I called this Zeke's Charlie Brown pumpkin. As we stood in front of a display of lovely picture perfect pumpkins, I told Zeke he could pick out any one that he wanted. Somehow, he found a misshapen white one with no stem. I tried to redirect, but he threatened public meltdown if he didn't get that one. I kept my word and he got the odd pumpkin (which turned the right way wasn't too oddly shaped).

My partisan Pumpkin for Change.