Those of you that know Os can just imagine his reaction to my Anne Geddes torture of our children as babies. I still remember when Moose was about two-months-old and Os came home from work and saw a hollowed out pumpkin on the deck. "Oh no," he responded, knowing what had happened to his poor son while he was away.
BiggiE was old enough to show his annoyance when pumpkin time came around for him.
Little Jelly Belly has the unfortunate luck of fitting into a stocking for Christmas and still having harvest season looming ahead of her next Fall. (Can you hear my maniacal laughter?)
