All week, Creed pointed out to me that our pumpkin didn't have a face yet. He was desperate for one by Halloween and the idea made me feel a little sick (yep, 23 weeks and still-not over morning sickness). Since Larry was out of town, I had no choice but to call my dad and ask for some help, and boy did he come through.
We spent Halloween in Provo with my parents and they took good care of us. Creed requested a happy and silly pumpkin and that's just what he got.
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It is silly indeed! Thanks to Papa.
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