That is, our first pumpkin-carving experience. I thought this was the first year he would truly appreciate this tradition. For weeks I've been oohing and aahing over my friends' adorable photos taken on family trips to the pumpkin patch.
The actual pumpking-picking-out event looked a little something like this in my head:
Unfortunately, life is busy. There are birthday parties and swimming lessons to attend, houses to clean, errands to run. So instead the pumpkin patch looked a little more like this:
Whatever, in the end, it's the gourd that counts.
He started off pretty excited about the idea of carving the pumpkin:
Then he got a look and a smell of what was inside the pumpkin:
Then guess who finished carving the pumpkin:
If no hookie-playing teenagers smash it today, I'll snap a picture of my creation this evening. Of course Amery takes credit for "his" jack-o-lantern.