Annie's First Halloween

Every year I have visions of pumpkin carving as this sweet family experience, where we will work on the pumpkin together, drink hot chocolate, and enjoy a cozy evening at home. Every year this turns out not to be true.

At eight months old, Annie could care less about pumpkin carving. She hung out in the jumperoo while I scooped out the insides of the pumpkin. The Gent was doing yard work outside.


I put Annie down for a nap, the Gent came in and got started on the designing and carving, and I made a grocery list. Woohoo.


Isn't he cute?


We do name our pumpkins every year, though. The first year was Alfred, then Fred, then a tribute to our alma mater, then Willifred. This year we moved on to a new name: Alex.


Annie was a very adorable ballerina for Halloween. We went to a neighborhood dinner and then came home to welcome trick or treaters.


Our little family