A couple of weekends ago, the kids and I went to a produce stand and picked out the most perfect pumpkins I've ever seen. They were so excited to carve them. So last weekend we dug in.
Of course they think pumpkin guts are disgusting so I spent about an hour scooping and scraping those bad boys.
My son decided to freehand a jack-o-lantern face and some stars and it came out great (once I did all the cutting)
But my daughter really wanted to carve something more elaborate.
She had a book of patterns and she was considering some of the more challenging designs. I kept saying, "Are you sure, Honey? That's going to be pretty hard." But she was determined.
About an hour into her carving she announced, "This is harder than I thought it would be."
"Do you want some help?" I asked.
"No. I want to do it." And she kept plugging away.
I have to admit that once I put the candle in, I was incredibly impressed. How cool is this?
She was so very proud of herself.
I didn't want to put the pumpkins outside because I was afraid they'd get smashed. Or that wild animals would eat them. So I put them on the hearth by the fireplace.
But I made a mistake. When I went to blow out the candle before bed I thought for a second that the design had caved in. Or, I don't know, melted.
It took me a second to realize that the design on the pumpkin has been eaten off by our own little wild animal. Buffy ate my daughter's pumpkin.
It never even occurred to me that a dog would eat a pumpkin. It certainly never occurred to me that a five pound dog would eat about five pounds of pumpkin rind.
In the morning I had to break it to my daughter. She was so upset. I felt so bad for her.
My husband took her to get another pumpkin and the two of them recreated another wolf design. It is now rotting high up away from the dog on my kitchen counter. But Buffy is still in the dog house.
Happy 4th birthday you pain-in-the-ass pumpkin eater. You're not coming out of your room until you stop pooping orange.
Of course they think pumpkin guts are disgusting so I spent about an hour scooping and scraping those bad boys.
My son decided to freehand a jack-o-lantern face and some stars and it came out great (once I did all the cutting)
But my daughter really wanted to carve something more elaborate.
She had a book of patterns and she was considering some of the more challenging designs. I kept saying, "Are you sure, Honey? That's going to be pretty hard." But she was determined.
About an hour into her carving she announced, "This is harder than I thought it would be."
"Do you want some help?" I asked.
"No. I want to do it." And she kept plugging away.
I have to admit that once I put the candle in, I was incredibly impressed. How cool is this?
She was so very proud of herself.
I didn't want to put the pumpkins outside because I was afraid they'd get smashed. Or that wild animals would eat them. So I put them on the hearth by the fireplace.
But I made a mistake. When I went to blow out the candle before bed I thought for a second that the design had caved in. Or, I don't know, melted.
It took me a second to realize that the design on the pumpkin has been eaten off by our own little wild animal. Buffy ate my daughter's pumpkin.
It never even occurred to me that a dog would eat a pumpkin. It certainly never occurred to me that a five pound dog would eat about five pounds of pumpkin rind.
In the morning I had to break it to my daughter. She was so upset. I felt so bad for her.
My husband took her to get another pumpkin and the two of them recreated another wolf design. It is now rotting high up away from the dog on my kitchen counter. But Buffy is still in the dog house.
Happy 4th birthday you pain-in-the-ass pumpkin eater. You're not coming out of your room until you stop pooping orange.
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