First off… did I spell pandemonium right? If not, lets just say I did.  Second off… I am resisting the urge to once again profess my love of all things Halloween.  (even though I totally secretly did it without anyone noticing.  I am so sneaky.)

A couple weekends ago we had our annual Pumpkin Party with my nieces and nephews.  It always starts with a visit to the pumpkin patch… Seriously… I love it there.

I especially love it when tiny kids try to pick up giant pumpkins.

I find it inspiring when big kids find their true calling as Children of the Corn.

I adore that they love pumpkin patching as much as I do.

Don’t worry… we don’t waste all the fun at the pumpkin patch.  When we get home the party progresses long into the afternoon… I mean like 4pm.  That means naps were skipped.  It’s walking on the wild side at it’s finest.

Nothing says wild like almost crushing your hand bones carving the tiniest pumpkin on the planet.

We even get a little crazy with the pumpkin guts… that mess goes on for feet people.

When the pumpkins are carved that’s when we can finally let loose and get our model on.

And whether it’s day or night… the party continues with our pumpkins shining bright.  (I totally couldn’t type that with straight face.  Somebody should really stop me.)