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Pumpkin Day. It’s the kind of day I always envision going perfectly. Everyone is home and cozy, spending time together, enjoying the season. In reality, it’s usually pretty tense. Someone gets pumpkin slime on someone else’s head. A carving design goes awry. It seems to get easier every year though. The older kids can carve their own pumpkins now, and they look forward to the familiar traditions. This year was actually very nice. We carved our pumpkins, roasted the seeds, ate pumpkin bread and read Pumpkin Day, Pumpkin Night under blankets on the couch. Then we lit the candles in our jack o lanterns, turned off all the lights, and got sort of creeped out. Ooooooooh!
Dylan had a homework assignment that involved finding leaves outside and writing about them. We went for a walk as a family and picked out our favorite bark, rocks, leaves and whatever else struck our fancy, then came home and drank hot chocolate. Of course Amelia spilled hers down her diaper which set off a chain reaction of doom and destruction amongst the kids, so we whipped them all soundly and yelled them to bed… Maybe that’s not exactly how it happened, but chocolate down the diaper is pretty tough to bounce back from. It was a nice evening and it made me think about how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful place and have my family to enjoy it with.
I love a lot of things about Fall; chief amongst them being caramel apples. Truth be told, I’ve probably eaten eight in the past week alone. Next down this slippery slope are pumpkin pie, hot chocolate, and pants that don’t fit. Bring on the holidays! Also, I should mention that putting caramel apples on crispy fall leaves is completely impractical. Don’t even think about it.
I overheard Dylan discover the candy left by the Tooth Fairy this morning. He quickly hid the box in his pants so he wouldn’t have to share. Unfortunately, the candy made a slight noise as he tucked it away. Brooke yelled, “I heard that noise! GET ‘IM!!” Dylan’s candy rattled across the house as he ran away from his frenzied sisters. This poor guy can’t catch a break!
My older brothers made treasure hunts for me when I was a little girl. I don’t remember what the treasures were, but I remember how fun it was to run around the house, looking for clues. I make them for my kids now, and it’s still just as fun. I simply draw things we have around the house, and use them as hiding places for the next clue. The last picture leads to the treasure. I suppose Dylan is too old for picture clues, but anything more cryptic would require thinking on my part, so I’ll hold off on that.