as we searched for the perfect pumpkins on saturday we saw many that had already been split open and had spewed their guts all over the ground. quite sad really when you think of all the delectable treats that can be made with the seeds. but then i thought...if i was a pumpkin, would i prefer to have my innards strewn all over the place naturally, or at the hands of a crazed pumpkin carver? i don't know...
on that note, here is the massacre that took place in our kitchen last night.
well, first lyla had to teach and encourage noah to climb the stairs. he may have just thought she was his rapunzel:).