These are our pumpkins, Kevin carved a haunted house.
I did a scarecrow
and Cole wanted a silly monster face. We were brave enough to give him his own little carving knife, he stabbed the heck out of this pumpkin on the side and kept slicing down the side, it actually looked like it had hair when lit up, so it turned out great and he thought he was so big because he could help carve the pumpkin.
Our front porch.
We had to learn many times that we only shoot bugs, or whatever else Cole decided, like alligators, elephants, and street signs. He did pretty good with his "shooter".
A few weeks before Halloween, when the cowboy obsession began, Cole somehow decided that he needed to ride a real horse for Halloween. We were lucky a stick horse did the trick by that night, I wasn't so sure he'd settle for a while. Halloween afternoon though we were able to go to a friends house and they let Cole ride their horse. He has always been scared of horses up close, but I guess when he was in his cowboy gear, he fit the part and was not scared. We had to bribe him off of the horse and every day now he asks if he can go to his friend Kylee's house to ride her horse.
2 comments:
What happy memories! He makes a great cowboy - has the obesession continued now that Halloween is over?
Oh yes, everytime we put on those jeans we must wear a cowboy shirt, no ordinary shirt will do. Occasionally I can talk him out of his shooter and holster, but it usually is a package deal! So silly!
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