The end of an era

We are delighted that Christmas is here! Our little at-home threesome thrills for the new joys this season brings (Christmas lights, snowmen and nativities, oh my!) but it is with a measure of sadness that I contemplate my task for tomorrow: taking down our porch pumpkin display.Pumpkins have been the cool thing around our house these last few months. If ever I ask Rylan what he would like to do in the day, his response invariably includes making pumpkin bread. Evie has expressed her love of pumpkins by arranging and rearranging (and rearranging, and rearranging, and rearranging......) the massive cascade of gorgeous gourds that I slowly began collecting once October hit. They now number somewhere between 10 and 15 and range in size from a dinker the size of my fist and a whopper the size of my bootie (Well, it is and I didn't know what else to say. It's bigger than my head and smaller than Evie. So there [Is my bootie smaller than Evie? Evie standing up or Evie curled into a ball? I'll have to check that out tomorrow]) Anyway...they are white, orange, green, striped, and in general just lovely. And I'll think of them all year until next October.These pictures are from one of our family forays into pumpkin land. Most of the pumpkins I just bought on sale at the grocery store, but I wanted to take the kiddos at least once to a pumpkin lot, seeing as we have no pumpkin patches around here. We let them both pick a 50 cent pumpkin. It was great. And I will never get over how beautiful my children are and how I never get tired of looking them. I'm so glad I don't have to wait until October to see those two again! Anyway, I'm off to bed. You know it must be late, even without the benefit of a time stamp, because I wrote about my bootie and I'm not erasing it. Over and out.