Or carving, rather.... When Scott called to tell us he would be gone for two more weeks, I was able to take a deep breath and not cry. That is, until Sam reminded me we needed to buy pumpkins and carve them. Then I lost it. I'm not kidding either. :-) It had always been a Daddy job, and I was the one who took pictures. So, in an effort to continue the tradition, the kids and I carved pumpkins tonight. It was interesting to say the least.
This was a little celebratory moment, that mommy was actually able to cut into the pumpkin successfully!!! Ian was our official photographer for the evening, so he's not in most of the pics.
Emma insisted on playing with the pumpkin guts before putting them into the bowl. She said she was making pancakes. Yeah, okay.
Emma feasting on raw pumpkin. She will eat just about anything!
A partially cleaned out shell.
And the finished product. Not so bad I guess. Sam and Emma drew faces on their pumpkins, and I tried to cut according to their designs. Ian wanted something different. I remember seeing a picture in a Martha magazine and tried to emulate it. We used an apple corer and poked holes in Ian's pumpkin. Voila!
