The Great Pumpkin Carve

Puke.  That's how we started the day.  Actually, it started more pleasant than that.  It started with Logan crawling into bed with me for a cuddle.  But then he didn't move after that.  And then we realized he was sick.  And we had puke and sleeping until about 1pm.  By then he was no longer puking, he was starving, but still didn't get up off the couch.  Poor boy.  

He's so funny when he's sick.  I don't know if he gets delirious or something.  At one point I said, 

'Hey big guy, I love you SO much.'

And he responded with:

'I didn't know that.'

'What?! I tell you every day!'

'Oh yeah, right.' 

Late in the evening he was sitting over the toilet waiting to puke, although he had been puke-free for hours (I think he was stalling going to bed), he told me his puke was saying prayers and reading scriptures in his belly before going to bed in the toilet.  Weirdo.  

After school we stopped to get a few groceries, another pumpkin, and scored some awesome Halloween-themed hats. 

But puke did not disway us from carving pumpkins.  Monday before Halloween is our tradition.  It was fun.  

And the result was pretty fantastic, if we do say so ourselves.