Life Expectancy.

Halloween pumpkins are great.

We slopped off to the pumpkin patch on a frigid day and prowled through the vast array of pumpkins to pick our treasures, one for each of us. Plus a variety of little pumpkins because for starters they are very petite precious little things and we are embracing our first Halloween with vigor.

We acquired pumpkin carving tools, last week soccer training got called due to torrential downpours, having excess energy and stamina, we decided to CARVE. Artists look out. Newbies have arrived.

Pumpkin carving is not a clean sport. In other households it is probably not a sport at all. In ours it is. Seeds flew. Preferably towards the scrap bucket but not necessarily so, the odd seed accidentally flicked at siblings and children. I am not sure how that happened but no one put an eye out so it's alright. We scraped out innerds and scooped out, the hand works best, not so fabulous if you have a strong gag reflex though. People with a strong gag relfex sometimes turn green when scoooping out their pumpkin. People who look green usually feel green inside and it is best to keep your distance, and politely suggest greeny go and lie down until it passes.

We ended the evening with four beauties.

Two happy go lucky and two cheeky bordering on scary. We are not a scary lot so we didn't make it too far that way. One had hands, several had eyebrows, all had smiles of sorts.

Pumpkins are very pleasing to look at when carved.

Not so pleasing after 6 days of erractic weather though. Furry mold abounding with soft pliable sides our little pumpkins were relegated to the bin, no matter how lovely and fun they were nearly a week ago, the tiem has come. We'll carve a big monster this afternoon so that we have one for the big day, the cutie pies they had to go.