"Hmm, Pumpkin tastes kinda good. We should have it for dinner Dad."
So it was first pumpkin carving time. The pumpkin was delivered all the way from Detroit Lakes. Paige really liked touching the top and the pumpkin itself, but the innards, not so much. She would put her hand in the pumpkin after I scraped it out, but wanted nothing to do it beforehand. Although it is obscured by the pumpkin, (sly move mom...sly move) Paige is sporting her new Brett Favre Vikings Jersey, courtesy of Anti-Ted Thompson Grandpa Roger. (I'm still ethically torn when I cheer for Mr. Favre. I guess it is just a really good way to get us Minnesota Vikings fans all riled up, just to have our hopes and dreams dashed on the rocks of reality again.)
Day 365 - Stop Following Me. - "Are you following me? Time to move forward!" Here we are (again). In the year since Leevi came into this world, so much has changed. We've moved state...
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