Grandma Linda has been joining us on our pumpkin picking excursions for the past couple of years. That worked out especially well this year as both Paige and Dad woke up on the wrong side of the bed the morning of the trip. We were at each other the entire morning, and Grandma Linda got to play peacekeeper, while Marna simply told me to shut up.
We've been so busy this year, that we barely had time to make the annual visit to the pumpkin patch. It quite simply came down to this one weekend, or not at all, and it turns out that the weather was so nice (for once) that everybody else had the same idea. We spent forever in lines and fighting crowds - demonstrably more than in years past. That's probably where I get really on edge. Then to further matters, Paige was about as nimble in the pumpkin patch as a bunny on a manicured lawn. Keeping her in vocal range became challenging.
At the end of the day, we came away with five large pumpkins (and a bunch of smaller ones as gifts). One got painted, and then received press-in face parts the day of Halloween; kind of like Mr. Potato Head. One was left to me to carve, and I went with a good old fashioned toothy smile with triangular features. Marna let Paige pick the last design, which became an amazingly detailed Tinker Bell. I think Marna is still shaking off the finger cramps from carving that one.