pumpkin guts all over you. Unfortunately, he is not that great at wielding a knife at this stage in his development (I believe that starts to happen about the same time as walking with scissors).Regardless, a few weeks ago we took Mason to Hickory Nut Gap Farm out in Fairview, NC. Aside from this being the mountain top site of mine and Audrey's wedding nearly 2 years ago, it is a autumnal wonderland, with pumpkin patches, corn mazes, apples, and a gorgeous fall panorama of western North Carolina - one of the most beautiful places this time of year. Aside from peppering the poor boy with sunlight and camera shots, we brought home a peck of apples, some fresh, organic meats, and a pumpkin.
We haven't ever really planned on dressing the little guy up (see Andrea's gift) for Halloween proper, seeing it more for us than him at this point (and with a cold snap coming through WNC), and despite the lack of visiting children (we had 3 groups last year, one of which greedily swiped nearly all of our candy), we wanted to carve a pumpkin.
As it (and most things) turned out, I carved up the pumpkin while Audrey put Mason to bed/fell asleep. I am either an over achiever or lame duck when it comes to carving pumpkins. This year, thanks to an email from an old friend, I was a bit of an over achiever.
Audrey just came up from bed to see the progress. Mason will miss this years bounty of festiveness and pumpkin seeds. I guess I will have to wait another year to share Charlie and the gang, the pumpkin seeds, and the boyish joy of squishing pumpkin guts between your fingers.
