It's sinus infection season in north Texas and I got one on Sunday, and the insane headache that goes with it. I barely got up off the sofa for two days. I felt pretty pitiful until I was out and compared notes with other north Texans, many of whom would have been on the sofa if they could. My antibiotic kicked in this morning and it's nice to be back up and at it.
I have come to realize, once again, that I don't handle pain well. That seems obvious… none of us like pain. But there are so many people who have chronic pain and I don't know how they cope, day in and day out. When I feel good, it's easy to imagine that I could deal with it—but I don't know that I could. This is a reminder to me to 1) be more compassionate and 2) to be thankful for every pain-free day.
Now, to the pumpkin part of the post! Ever since my mom moved to Texas a few years ago, she has been involved with pumpkin carving with her great-grandchildren. I very rarely get involved—this is her thing. This year they did the deed on Sunday. I got off the sofa and took some pictures…
This is not an in-the-house activity… they make the mess in mom's garage.
I'm especially happy that I did not have my hand in any pumpkins, but the kids didn't seem to mind.
Bear spent his time tied into a chair and he mostly enjoyed it. He was noisy, but happy.
Jack was given his own, sharp knife and he worked with it well.
I think Christopher had a good time—although he looks a little grim here. Maybe he has on his Halloween face?