The Pumpkin King

That's the name of pattern Bryan used. I mean, Can you believe how artistic my husband is? (What a joke. Jonah said yesterday, "I wish my self portrait (for school) actually looked like me." Sorry kid, your dad and I got the short end of the stick on that one. You guys have no chance at drawing or singing or painting or dancing or...shall I go on?)

So they finally carved the supposedly 25# pumpkin (forgot to weigh it to see) on my freshly mopped floor. And since I only get to that about once a month, we shall be looking at orange pumpkin guts smeared across the floor until about thanksgiving.:) No one can say my house doesn't look lived in! Unless the mean it as how can you live here you can't even find a couch:) Talking too much again, I know.

Back to the pumpkin. Noah did not like how it felt, so he "supervised." You know, government like- in the other room playing with his fire truck!

Before the supervising got boring.

Hmm, yes I think that bowl would be a good choice for the seeds!

I guess maybe there was something on my left ear since Jonah and Noah seem distracted that way.

Don't forget Selah, she helped, too.
In her dreams anyway!


I think that the pumpkin was spiked, the fumes are starting to make me see stuff. Like hamburgers on the ceiling.

The finished Pumpkin King

I couldn't decide on the picture, so I took the easy way out and put them both up.

i think we have 3 "artificial" pumpkins, too. Those are nice because even though they are a pain to carve, you get to use them every year.

Only 2 more days- and then my kids will be on a perpetual sugar high until i hide the candy. Then Bryan and I will steal the best stuff and bribe the kids with the other stuff right up until Easter. (We don't do much candy here- can you tell?)

And the seeds were excellent. I'd take a picture, but they are gone already!