the pumpkin

We had some friends over to carve pumpkins last Saturday. It was so much fun. Owen, Aubrey, and Ben ran around in their diapers and played in, or avoided, the pumpkin guts. This is Owen's final product. Daddy carved it. But a few days later, I could no longer stand the smell of the pumpkin, and I had to throw it away. I felt bad, but not enough to suffer. I thought I would put Owen's pumpkin up here, where it can be enjoyed in death as it wasn't in life. :)