The Great Pumpkin

Tommy's cousin Cayson gave him a pumpkin on Sunday and Tommy was properly thrilled.

He wanted to hold it on the way home.
He wanted to carry it up the stairs.
He wanted to sleep with it.

So on Monday night after having the pumpkin in our possession for nearly 24 hours I cranked up the Halloween music, stripped Tommy down, strapped him in his high chair and let him paint.

He was a little slow to start, but once he realized he could mix the colors and dip and dip and dip to his heart's content he went nuts. 

Now that the pumpkin adorns our doorstep, the skeleton is hung from our porch light and Tommy's closet is full of long-sleeves

It.
Is.
Fall.

Thankyouverymuch.