"Jack" O Lanterns

Not sure if you all knew this, but there is stuff inside of pumpkins. I just discovered this, and if you have yet to experience it, do yourself a favor: go out, by a pumpkin, get your Mommy or Daddy to cut the top off and have at it.

We went to the Shriners' pumpkin sale, which is located right next to Hooters (also, if you have yet to experience it, do yourself a favor). The Shriners gave me a little teddy bear and Mommy and Daddy bought five pumpkins and then we went home and carved them.

Mommy made a really cool pumpkin with curvy lines on it, one that looked like a kitty cat and one that was The Cat In the Hat. Daddy made a ghost and an Ohio State pumpkin (O-H anyone?). Me? I was resigned to smearing the pumpkin innards all over my jeans, hair and face. I didn't get as artistic as my parents, but who says what they did was art and what I wasn't?

It's The Great Pumpkin, Jack McCartney

So let me tell you about my Mommy and Daddy taking me to a pumpkin patch. I got to go on a hay ride, play with pumpkins and gourds, climb on a tractor, eat popcorn and ice cream and even see animals.

Oh, and to put an exclamation point on the day, I got my face painted. I told the lady I wanted a creepy specter that would render all other infants scared beyond imagination. Instead, I got a Casper-looking ghoul that's only slightly scarier than watching those old Dracula and Frankenstein movies. Seriously, how simple did people have to be back in the day to be scared by things like that? I've found creepier stuff in my diaper. My other complaint about the face painting: it's not permanent. How am I supposed to look cool if my ink can't make it through the weekend?

I gotta tell you, I'm getting even more excited about Halloween. Rumor has it that people actually hand out candy if you just knock on their doors. I was certain my people saw panhandling as a public nuisance, but hey, I'm not complaining. Jacky likes his candy.

I'm Walkin', Yes Indeed

Again, I've been away a while, but there's good reason: I've learned to walk. At this point, you all should consider yourselves lucky that I've stopped long enough to type this.

As you can see, I'm still a little wobbly. Mommy and Daddy said they're scared to take me out too late because they think if we see any police, they'll think I've been drinking. Of course, I am known to hit the bottle pretty hard, so point taken.

All in all, walking is pretty cool. Mommy took me to Stride Rite and bought me some new shoes. They're brown and black and they have velcro straps. I think they're pretty sweet and they're also fun to chew on when I'm not wearing them but since I get yelled at for doing that, please forget that you just read it.

Mommy said it's a good thing I'm walking now because that way they won't have to carry me for Trick Or Treat. I'm not at liberty to tell you who I'm going to be; I think I'm going to save it for a surprise post as we get closer to Halloween but I'll tell you this much: he's orange, lives in water and can't find his dad. Do you know who it is?

While you're all trying to figure it out, I'm off to do some more walking. That's right people, can't nobody hold me down, oh no, I've got to keep on moving.

Until next time, peace, love and diapers.