Tonight, Mae, Whitaker and I decided to carve our pumpkin. More like, I decided to carve and convinced Mae that it was going to be real fun. She was more than happy to help and play with all the gobblely gook inside and Whitaker was content to sit around and watch the excitement. It was the perfect way to spend a fall Friday night, however, far different then the cries of happy hour of a previous life. But I did have wine while carving.
We weren't able to get the carving and lighting complete before Whitaker and Mae's official bed time so we let Mae come down after bath and putting Whitaker to sleep to help with the final touches. Although, the carving was exciting, her running commentary of things on our kitchen counter after we were done was hysterical, sayings included, "purple wine" and "Mae will have some coffee." This is the stuff that they write about in books.
Tell kid to go grab her stool to help.
Pour Mommy some wine, put on the final game of the world series and get pumpkin on the counter.
Stare at pumpkin intently and hope that it carves itself. Also ask kid what we should draw on it.
If not, give one kid cheerios and one kid a toy.
Then employ one of the kids to wipe off the very dirty pumpkin.
Then get excited for the guts to come out.
Take off cream sweater and get dirty.
Get all the seeds and gobblely gook out.
Give other child baby pumpkin since toys aren't interesting enough.
Light pumpkin after complete.
Let child get up really close to blow out candle (actually probably not that smart).
