Yes, melting pumpkins. But we’ll get to that.
Every year we have gone to a pumpkin patch where we pick our own pumpkins and either carve or paint them. This year we did both.
At the pumpkin patch this year you paid one flat fee of $5 to ride the hayride and get any pumpkin you wanted. No weighing of the pumpkins for price. So my oldest 2 boys decided bigger was better and chose the largest pumpkins they could find. Since I was holding a newborn my only for their ridiculously large punkin pickin’ was that they had to be able to get it to the van themselves. They chose teamwork and pumpkin rolling. Works for me!
Little Buddy chose a biggish littlish pumpkin, still green, but cute and petite. Much like him.
MyGirl and BigMan had a good time picking juuuust the right one.
BigMan was so proud of his pick.
Matt and I got the “family pumpkin” the week before and carved it. I wanted at least one carved so they could all get the experience of digging out those smelly insides. And I love how every year someone quotes Charlie Brown as we start the carving, “I didn’t know you were going to KILL it!!”
Normally I draw the face on the pumpkin and Matt does the actual carving. But this year we looked online for Jack o’ lantern faces and since they chose a difficult to carve one, Matt left the drawing and carving to me. It took forever since BabyGirl was crying every time I wasn’t holding her. And I didn’t exactly feel comfortable carving with a knife while wearing her. So it was a long painstaking process. But we got it done and loved it.
Until it started rotting in our central Arkansas heat.
Or as BigMan yelled one morning upon inspection, “It’s melting!!!”
For the kids’ pumpkin patch punkins they painted and carved. TheOldest chose Jack Skellington – drew and carved his own. TheMiddlest chose a Jack Skellington, but wanted me to draw and carve it. MyGirl painted and painted and then TheOldest carved hers for her. Bigman painted his own bat, but then changed his mind and decided it was an eagle that needed a white belly. He also got his carved on the back side by one of the older boys. And Matt carved LittleBuddy’s pumpkin.
The rest of the kiddos pumpkins we painted one morning for art. I loved it, we went outside and turned them loose with the paints. Three year old Little Buddy liked that he could paint his any way he wanted and then wipe it off while it was still wet and paint it again. Over and over. No rules, no tears.
I love fall, y’all!!