Seasonal Mess

Cowabunga.

Hi again.

So custom dictates that we, as Americans, have to go out and buy some gourds this month.  Giant frickin' vegetables that only get their moment in the spotlight once a year, then become the culinary world's red-headed stepchildren throughout the following seasons.  We carve weird faces in them, set them on our porch, and then promptly throw them away.  This is a mandatory thing to do when you have kids.

And no one knows why.

I think it's absolutely ridiculous that people in this country follow traditions without knowing anything about them and where they come from.  But hey. . . that's just me being a history teacher.  I'll spare you the history lesson, America, but know that I'm disappointed in you.  Again.

Anyway, long story short, here's how our family once again blindly followed 'Murican tradition.

Smurf it:

Grandma picked us up some pumpkins from Jack's here in Midland, and the girls also had pumpkins they picked up with Nana from a pumpkin patch outing a couple weeks ago.

The Lions lost again today.  They're absolute garbage this year, but that's part of being a Lions fan, I guess - wearing your Charlie Batch jersey and watching your team lose horrifically to a sub-par opponent.

Abby realizes that her pumpkin scooper, well, sucks.

Pumpkin surgery.

The Cannonball breaks into an impromptu dance routine.  For no reason whatsoever.

Snacks.

Abby hated this.  Carving pumpkins might be a fun thing for most kids, but not this one.

Alayna likes anything even remotely 'craft'-oriented.

I never have a plan beforehand.  I could probably be way more into this, but I just never feel like going all out for pumpkins.  I'm a pretty lazy person.

Abby decided to carve Michael Jackson's nose this year.  

Kris gets artsy.

The Hough Family's 2015 Pumpkins.

- Brian