Don't be confused, he's not happy. This is the only photo that he doesn't have a visible scream with tears on his face!
No, this isn't Max in pink pants. It is me in my pumpkin back in the day.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Punkin in a Pumpkin
So my family has this weird habit of putting young children in carved pumpkins. Not any young children - just blood relatives. I had forgotten about the habit - I was, after all, only 16 months when I went in my pumpkin. A few weeks back when in Wisconsin my parents, Grandma, and I went looking for a pumpkin but there were none to be found. After 2 weekends of searching the Chicagoland area, we found THE pumpkin.
Don't be confused, he's not happy. This is the only photo that he doesn't have a visible scream with tears on his face!
No, this isn't Max in pink pants. It is me in my pumpkin back in the day.
Don't be confused, he's not happy. This is the only photo that he doesn't have a visible scream with tears on his face!
No, this isn't Max in pink pants. It is me in my pumpkin back in the day.
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2 comments:
Oh my god. Now I want to put all babies in pumpkins.
I can't wait to put MY baby in a pumpkin! Great idea, and NEVER thought I'd meet someone with a weirder family than mine! AWESOME!!!
love, Carrie
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