happy faced pumpkin & boy!

well we carved up the pumpkin. and when i say we i mean WE!! notice all the little sweet heads together. i really think this is my most favorite picture of all time with my children all together. cant see their faces but they are all looking & busy. to me this is the epitomy of homeschooling....of learning together....working together. they all had a ball & took part in it. now if you know me...you know we dont have a lot of these types of moments as i am too OCD to allow this kind of "learning". it's too disorderly & chaotic...but today i did good!

so this is my happy boy with his happy faced pumpkin. i am so not big on halloween (actually i despise halloween except for the dress up & the candy)...but we DO NOT carve out jack o'lanterns as a rule at our house. but i figured it wasnt halloween & it wasnt a jack o'lantern...it was just a happy faced pumpkin to my boy. nothing spooky about it. and in a week the happy faced pumpkin will probably be food for my pig & goat.

and seriously i couldnt resist. i had to put this picture on here. people can not believe when they hear that elizabeth gives us attitude...MAJOR ATTITUDE....and most of the time...over nothing. i'm not really sure what this particular attitude issue was over but i decided to snap a picture. she, of course, wasnt pleased when i told her that i was taking the picture to show people when they didnt believe me when i told them she gave attitude. oh well. i'm sure it wasnt the nicest thing i could have done but oh well. i did it. at least she's not giving me one of her looks that i'm surprised hasn't killed me yet! oh my sweet elizabeth - i love you so much! you remind me of myself at your age. and i'm surprised i survived!

so now i will leave you with a song & a picture.

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. 
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.