Punkpins

You might think that I made a mistake in spelling pumpkins in the title of this blog. You are correct unless you are Owen Purdy. Last year, Owen called pumpkins "pumpqua" (still not sure where the Q comes from). This year, he calls them "punkpins". So sweet! One other sweet thing is that tonight on a walk, we passed a house with little white ghosts in the front yard. Owen has never encountered this before. He was talking about all of the punkpins that he saw and then he said "snowman, snowman, snowman, snowman!" pointing to each of the four ghosts. May he never know that they are really ghosts!

Yesterday we went to a nearby church that was selling punkpins and had a great time walking around, taking pictures and enjoying the fall (75 degree) weather.

Here is our family - this is the best shot we got of the four of us. How do you get two boys to look at the camera at the same time?!



Owen in the "punkpin hole."



B checking it out.



What a face! A little blurry but so precious.



Our two boys.



Baxter found a leaf and tried to eat it. Here Owen is helping him clean it off. Owen loves things to be clean. Each pumpkin that he picked up that had a little water on it he would say "this one is dirty" and promptly put it down.



Happy boy!



Here they are - a Baxter sized punkpin, and Owen sized punkpin and a Mommmy/Daddy sized punkpin. Sunday for dinner - punkpin pancakes! (I made sure that Owen knew that we'd be eating different punkpin in our pancakes!)