It was the Halloween that never ended--multiple parties, getting the kids in costume over and over again, and of course pumpkin carving. We hit a local pumpkin patch the day before Halloween; the pickings were slim but we came up with a decent pumpkin.Of course, Corbin preferred playing in the dirt and riding in the wagon to picking out pumpkins.
For carving, it was Brittan and Daddy, as Darbie was out visiting teaching. So we did it Daddy-style. First, we sketched out potential pumpkin faces on paper. Brittan did some, too, although they all had legs. I'm not THAT good at pumpkin carving.
Brittan settled on a design ("I like the silly one, Daddy"), with one added touch: she insisted it have a tongue. Ok, that's do-able. So we sketched the design on the pumpkin, and carved away. Brittan was adamant that she help, so she held the knife handle, too--I was sure she would lop off my guiding finger. She did a nice job scooping out the seeds and providing play-by-play commentary: "Ewwww, grossss!" as pumpkin guts went flying. Good thing that Darbie had the foresight to put down some newspaper before she left. The process and finished product:
I hear that tongues can sometimes look like buck teeth. Oh well.And the costumes--a rodeo queen (NOT a cowgirl, as Brittan would correct you) and Superman:
